Ron Secoy

Rookie (St Louis MO USA)

Sunday On The Trail

Gentle breeze scurrying across the porch
Sun softly baking his old cowboy bones
Nearly napping in the cane rocking chair
The day of rest for Grandpa Buck Jones

The calico cat caught his eye
Stretched out in the afternoon sun
Buck's mind just mosied off a bit
To the things in his life he had done

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