vern eaker

(summer of 57 / Illinois U.S.A.)

At days end


A sweltering day in the old wild west
Rolling a smoke from the pocket of my vest
Striking the match on the butt of my six gun
Serene was not often as the west was won

A rock for my pillow as I watch the sun set
Stretched out on the dirt comfy as I get
Watching the amber glow as the sun descends
Quietly time passes as exhaled smoke ascends

Actions of the day gone past, flowing through my mind.
Lost and curious cattle wandering, I had to find
The pain ever present in my back as I rode
The distant drums warn of trespass I am told

And moving 500 head of cattle over a river wide
Where thankfully there is safety on the other side
As the pounding drum subsides a relief passes over all
Even the cattle have a settled feeling, aside from the coyote call

Cook prepared biscuits gravy and fried chicken for chow
Cattle penned horses cared for it is quiet time for now
Relaxing moments as the stars appear seemingly one by one
Aware although tomorrow it begins again, I’ll be up before the sun

Submitted: Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Edited: Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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