My Friend Wagon John
Wagon John was not just another old cowpoke.
In conversation I heeded most words he spoke.
a wagon his home,
wherever he’d roam.
He died alone on the trail without any kinfolk.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2025
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