Nothing like a band of cowboys singing well into the night,
expressing our feelings thoroughly and succinctly in front
of everyone here at the Wagon Yard.
Leaning on rhythms, depending on their strength to get us
through everything life may happen to throw at us through
the years.
Expecting good and viable memories to be made to look
back on in senior years, reminiscing feeling good while
aging into the future.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem