JUST PASSING THROUGH


 A man searching for something, always searching,


 He travels through the desert, a town in his sight.


 On a horse he rides, the sun upon his back,


 Dressed in western clothing of the time.


 What he wants is a bed for the night,


 A warm meal that satisfies, a bath much needed.


 He heads for the saloon, a drink in his thoughts,


 Sit down for a game of cards with faces of a town.


 Just passing through, a man and his horse,


 Both bedded down for the night,


 When the sun rises, his search will continue.

            Keith Garrett