When The Work's All Done Poem by Smoky Hoss
When The Work's All Done
We've closed the gate
The mules are done hauling frieght,
The hands have penned all the cattle...
While the train's running just a little late.
We watch for the setting sun
Knowing the work's all done,
It's peacful tonite...
No one's on the run.
When that grand ole train shows up
We'll burn all the old junk,
Have a great big shing-ding...
Really prime the pump!
Food will never run low
Drinks freely shall ever flow,
The business ends finished...
Time to see the real show.
Put those old dirty saddles far away
'Cause we've been working so hard, for so many days,
Time's come to rest and enjoy...
All the beautiful words the poets have to say.
So, gather around the ol' campfire
Listen to those grand stories that inspire,
Receive all the fruits of our labor...
We've finally come to acquire.
The poem just takes the reader out there in the country, the view so vividly expressed one can smell the grass and feel the breeze. Excellent poetry!
I never rode a horse and to be honest, they always intimidated me. Or bit me. However, I love the atmosphere of this poem and the implied camaraderie and fun being had, by a bunch of hard working guys. I can almost be there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 9:16:47 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Ah yes, been there done that. Nothing like the great open spaces. Great write Smoky.