Hard Life, Well SpentA Poem by Lena M. P.Cowboys herdin’ cattle cross dusty trails Shuffling along swattin’ flies off molty hides Riders amble aside keeping eye on their stake Chuck wagon camps, setting up by a creek Beans and pan bread cookin’ over hot stones Coffee’s meandering aroma penetrates the air Greeting men carrying saddles over tired bones Ranch hands scout the waters nearby Look to the sky to judge the night Storms a comin’ as night encroaches Coyotes restless, cries rent last light Cattle dogs alert to changes Nip the heels of stragglin’ calves Cowhand slaps his rope while coaxing Blistered hands and lips in need of salves Cowhands sing to calm their charges Bedrolls gathered near the fire Dreaming of a trail once taken And of their loves as they retire © 2010 Lena M. P.Featured Review
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Added on August 28, 2010Last Updated on August 28, 2010 AuthorLena M. P.DeSoto, TXAboutMy book is out! Come see at Amazon.com http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00G1AVYCQ/ref=cm_sw_r_fa_awd_d_OcXAsb0E3DBV0 One of my short stories was published in this new fabulous international magazine cal.. more..Writing
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