Cowboy Campfire

The sun settled over the mountains jes' 'bout two hours ago. Now the moon is risin' in the east a-castin' its meller glow. In the distance, howlin' wolves render a very discordant choir, As weary, sleepy cowpokes lounge around a glowin' fire. They've had their supper, the usual beef, beans and applesauce. Each has seen to the comfort uv his good and faithful hoss. They slurp cups uv steamin' coffee and each the others regale, With talk uv wimmen, whiskey and many a towerin' tale! It had been a long and dusty ride on the old trail today, Roundin' up the herd and chasin' dogies gone astray. 'Round the fire some fellers enjoy a wad uv terbaccy chaw, While others savor a roll-yer-own, fashioned by calloused claw. Frum across the vale a harmonica's melancholy tune is heard, As the night guard keeps vigil and soothes the restless herd. The boys by the fire sprawl on their blankets a-gazin' at the sky, Marvelin' at God's handiwork, thinkin' uv home with pensive sigh. Cowboyin' is a lonely life and the rewards are mighty few. It's fer certain the material things uv life he'll never accrue. I s'pose some folks reckon a cowpoke's life is purty strange, But he'll keep on a-wranglin' 'til called home to that celestial range! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)