THE LONG TRAIL HOME

The Long Trail Home

'S been a long day in the saddle
Not everbody has been kind
Some more than others
But I don`t never mind

Spurs scratch ole Pieballs ribs
C`mon pardner you know the way
Not many have cotton`d to us
But you been my Pard today

Home Will it still be there
We done some shenanigans we shouldn`t
And the ache for those we love
Kinda leaves our soul somewhere

'T-was a grand adventure this old life
We twisted tails when we shoulda smiled
And smiled when we shoulda layed `em low
You knew that Pard try`n to tell me all along
Just one more hill Pard
We are gett`n awful slow

--John Crowley

Reviews

[Tony]

I tell you truly, this brings out the reason primary that I hate playin buckaroo.
Spend all afternoon on the other side of Cathedral Rock, chasin some crazy angus who is trying to hide her calf.... of course, at gathering, the rain is coming down icecubes, and we have to sidle along some coyote trail of busted shale at a nice 45 angle.... hands frozen, nose frozen...
Oh, those were the days, no?

[Greg the Bard]

Time always wins. Getting to come home is the choise we all make.