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.

                                Keith Garrett