Long Drive
Cowboys young old
saddle up their rides.
The will drive
many bovine
through valleys unknown
Heading northward bound
to the rail road head.
The leave their brides
for the drive.
All at once they start the drive
yelping and whistling to move the bovine.
They travel day and night through valleys unknown
seeing native Indian tribes.
They stop and grab some grub
as the night devour the sky.
Bovine cry
as the coytee howl.
The cowboy play
a lullaby
as sleep falls upon them.
Sun on the horizon signals another ride
for the lonesome riders.
They whistle and yelp to move the bovine
down the trail one more day.
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