Dear pretty muse, open your eyes,
How can I sleep when you lie near?
Were I with you all night I could,
From sleep be free and never need.
The day we met
From all the other days
In my memories
He was so tired
He had not slept well
He needed to check on the horses
He needed to split and stack some wood
Amid the mystic fields of dreams
I wandered, and came on a grave.
Breathlessly still was all around
Yet breathin' with an easy heart;
Cowboy poet/lyricist/philosopher grew up on a ranch on the High Plains. A good day is any day that includes strong coffee, a warm fire, iced tea, red wine, readin', writin' and a soft touch.
My poems and lyrics are about love or the lack thereof. W. B. Yeats said, 'I am still of opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a se ...