It's been another long day
in the saddle, and
my back and my butt
both hurt.
Cattle millin' and
dust a'rising,
ropin' and draggin' and brandin'
make a long day's work.
So the campfire looks good,
with coffee bubblin' away,
and the food, and my blanket
are a'callin' to me.
But when I lie down,
before I close my eyes,
I long for home fires,
and my bed, and you.
by Scarlett Treat
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Thoughts For The Lonesome
PoetryThis is part three of my "thoughts" series. Tale No One (Part 1) Thoughts Before Bed (Part 2) Thoughts for the lonesome (Part 3) No need to read them in order, just read what suits you best. Thanks for reading. Harry
