THE DUSTY TRAIL
Traveling through an untamed land, I travel,
All that I own packed upon my horse and wagon.
There’s a lot of quiet time thinking and looking,
As the day ends I set camp, a fire, supper, and my horse.
Noises of the night are owls, crickets, or the wind,
Lucky am I to hold this guitar in hand.
Feed my horse and off to bed for a little rest,
A gun close by as I sleep with an open eye.
Just call me bob as when the sun rises I’ll be gone,
A hot cup of coffee, a bite to eat, and off I go.
The dusty trail takes me to many places of sight,
I travel by day then it’s time to stop for a much wanted, peaceful night.