A Lonely night on the Prairie.

Status: Finished

A Lonely night on the Prairie.

Status: Finished

A Lonely night on the Prairie.

Poem by: Hamp

Genre: Westerns

Houses:

Poem by: Hamp

Details

Genre: Westerns

Houses:

Tags

Summary

The coyotes howls were lonely, as they searched for their loves in the night.

The stars blanketed the sky, in a field of darkness, they lay bright.

I sat by the campfire, It’s glowing embers, a crimson red.

Tags

Summary

The coyotes howls were lonely, as they searched for their loves in the night.

The stars blanketed the sky, in a field of darkness, they lay bright.

I sat by the campfire, It’s glowing embers, a crimson red.

Content

Submitted: April 15, 2010

A A A | A A A

Content

Submitted: April 15, 2010

A A A

A A A


The coyotes howls were lonely, as they searched for their loves in the night.

The stars blanketed the sky, in a field of darkness, they lay bright.

I sat by the campfire, It’s glowing embers, a crimson red.

Over there the horse was munching grass, Grateful to be fed.

The badge on my chest was tarnished, Yet, it too carried a dull sheen.

Memories carried me back, To days when I was young and mean.

They carried me back to yesteryear, Remembering Len, the painting man,

A mighty battle waged in a saloon, Fighting with whatever was at hand.

I could understand him wanting my woman. For that I wished him well,

But when he went after my pork chop bones, That’s when he took a trip to Hell.

That brought on an earlier memory, We partnered a little trip.

Down into an inferno, Where water was sought after in drips.

This brought me back to the "Musketeers", Down in Aussie land,

Never did find no money growing trees But those gals were certainly in the sands.

Yes, those were the good old days Even a Halloween party or two,

All those pretty young things on the "site", Made this old Marshal’s thoughts turn blue.

I remembered riding the Hondo, A river in south Texas land.

Riding the wings of dragons, A country where it was good to be a man.

A journey out on the "Caprock", A panther by the name of "She."

All those memories returned, laying in front of me.

Then the lady with a bag, carrying it wherever she went,

She wrote of a "man in black", words, heaven sent.

The coals were turning grey, as I sadly rinsed my cup.

I turned for my night roll, shortly I had to be up.

A lonely night on the prairie, where memories stretched out so clear,

My eyes closed in slumber, capturing those I held dear.

?


© Copyright 2016 Hamp. All rights reserved.

Add Your Comments:

Comments

avatar

Author
Reply

Add picture

Paste the link to picture in the entry below:

— or —

Drag a picture from your file manager into this box,
or click to select.

Add video

Paste the link to Youtube video in the following entry:

Existing Comments:
Bad selection

Cannot annotate a non-flat selection. Make sure your selection starts and ends within the same node.

(example of bad selection): This is bold text and this is normal text.
(example of good selection): This is bold text and this is normal text.
Bad selection

An annotation cannot contain another annotation.

Anonymous
Really delete this comment?
Anonymous
Really delete this comment?

There was an error uploading your file.


    
Anonymous