by Debra Coppinger Hill
In his mind's eye lies the prairie,
Racing with the wind,
Where a great big world lies waiting,
Just around the bend.
With waters pure as crystal,
And air just as clear,
He often stops to wonder,
Just what he's doing Here.
Green pastures are what he longs for,
And a good horse by his side,
Saddled-up and ready,
For the long, hard ride.
So, he gives up everything to go,
Where no one's gone before...
He smiles, as if, to say good-bye,
And quietly slips out the door.
There will be no fancy speeches,
As he rides into the sun,
It's just, some things are never quite finished,
And his work has just begun.
He's headed for the High Lonesome,
Where he'll once more take a stand...
This cowboy's heart is headed Home,
To ride for Heaven's Brand.
Reminder from the editor:
It ain't the cowboy way to steal stuff.
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