SPURS

On boots they jingle, western wear for the cowboy,

Listen for them as they approach; they have a sound.

Spurs that spin, dress up a western look,

Worn by the cowboy, cool as he moves.

On a ranch, somewhere in a western town,

A boot with spurs, clicking as the sun goes down.

Take off your boots and rest for the night,

Jingling, clicking spurs again at morning’s light.

                          Keith Garrett