Gordon Jerome


The Trail - Poem by Gordon Jerome

With the Sun setting low in the far western sky
Another long dusty day on this trail passes by
The cattle settled in I set my camp for the night
Up high on a hillside with the herd well in sight
I twist up a smoke while lying back on my roll
As the days aches and pains begin to take toll
To tired to cook I grab some hardtack to chew
It taste like sawdust stuck together with glue
But it settles that rumble down deep in my gut
My stomach now knows my throat was not cut
Tonight in the grass I will sleep high up and dry
Tomorrow prickly pears may rule where I lye
The trail ever changing seldom ever the same
A cowboys life is no doubt a challenging game.
'closing thought'
Your trail through life can change how you live
Dont allow it to change the love you have to give


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 8, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 8, 2010


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