The Cow-boy sleeps by the fire

The cowboy smokes his cigarette and

Flips the butt into the fire.

Darkness reigns and the coyotes sing as

Unknown things expire..

He’s been mending fences and

Killing rattlesnakes.

The life of a loner and nomad.

He don’t smell so good but he’s a good man.

Off in the distance a stone that has held for millennia

Gives way and tumbles down a spire.

His horse whinnies softly in the cool night air.. . . . . . 

And the cowboy sleeps by the fire.

Chris

6/14/06

Tampa Bay