A Lonely night on the Prairie.

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A Lonely night on the Prairie.

Poem by: Hamp

Genre: Westerns

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Genre: Westerns

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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.

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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.

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Submitted: April 15, 2010

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Submitted: April 15, 2010

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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.

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