Walking West Poem by Ima Ryma

Walking along the tracks all day,
Ever since I fell off the train.
Now watching sunsetting display,
Firing up the desert domain.
I guess I'll just keep walking west
Along these tracks to who knows where.
I really need to take a rest.
But fall asleep and I do dare
The desert critters to feel free
To come right up to where I'm at,
And take turns taking bites of me.
I sure don't think that I want that.

Life for a hobo's hard, no bet,
And harder for a hoboette.