My Vagabond Bourne

The brilliant sun 'wakens me and heralds another glorious dawn! I rub the sleep from my eyes, stretch my bones and stifle a yawn! The diamond-filled sky was my roof, the soft grass was my bed. The dew was my blanket - my saddle, the pillow for my head! My dog Duke races about and faithful Wild Lightnin' grazes nearby. I'm suddenly transfixed watchin' a magnificent eagle transit the sky! I've had my bacon, now with a cup o' joe, I savor His Creation! Each day of my vagabond bourne is filled with so much elation! I sit on a log and watch rainbow trout leap from the lake. They put on a dazzlin' acrobatic show just for my sake! White tail deer and antelope graze in the vale 'cross the way. With such beauty and serenity, 'tis hard to keep emotions at bay! I fill my tin cup again and watch the embers of my fire ease. I ain't "saddled" with schedules - I have only myself to please! So I reckon I'll tarry a spell and gaze on the mountains o'er yonder, Relax, scratch old Duke's ears while we both muse and ponder. Old Duke nuzzles my face and swishes his tail to and fro. It's time to saddle up - I sense Wild Lightnin' is also anxious to go. I anticipate bein' 'wakened by Old Sol early each morn, So Wild Lightnin', Duke and I can continue our vagabond bourne! Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)