Winter Western
We are far from the hum, but not far enough—
Worlds not of our making intrude – life is rough.
Winter birds are not wheeling in the steel gray sky—
Seems seasons bring questions, but no good day to die.
Unlike black and white westerns, there’s no good end—
We may beat back bad men but die without a friend.
Oh, we all wish that things did not turn out that way—
But God is not silent and has the final say.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2008
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