Guitar Song For One Legged Cowboys
There is a haunting song
Heard down by the railroad tracks
Where the box elders grow and die
A guitar song for one legged cowboys
All our neighbors resting
In the shadows of sentinel cedars
Humming the same sigh
A guitar song for one legged cowboys
The starlings stop thier idle gossip
Magpies pause their pointless tease
Morning doves and hoot owls vie
A guitar song for one legged cowboys
Then the artists died
Their sculptures tossed into the weeds
Forgetfuly frozen in the lie
A guitar song for one legged cowboys
Copyright © Allen Pyne | Year Posted 2016
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