Scattered Some
“I loved my fellow man the best
When he was scattered some.”
--Badger Clark (from The Old Cow Hand)
There are those that have been herded too long
And no longer realize from where they come—
There are those that hear no music or song,
While there are those that must be scattered some.
We weren’t meant to live one on the other,
On a little patch of mossy ground—
We need not hear what each one does utter—
Sometimes it’s best when no one is around.
We all need to be free to ride our way,
That is perhaps each man’s rule of thumb—
We all might love each other more they say
If we were all free and scattered some.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2007
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