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Welcome To The Bullpen
The Old Trails are Gone
Robert Blankenship
Has it been so long ago
When dust filled and choked the air
And the cowboy rode sitting tall
While driving cattle there
Now the trail lays underneath
Time and its inventions
The trail now gone,its memories blurred
Was this all mans intention?
No more the sound of iron on wheels
As they carried the old chuckwagon
Around which many men would gather
When the drive for the day was ending
The choir sound of the cattles hooves
As they beat upon the trail
Never again shall be heard
Now only the highways wail
No more seen is the old cowcamp
Glowing with a warm inviting fire
Now only a roadside park
To rest or change a tire
No more cowboys riding tall
Not the crack of leather do you hear
Those days of past they are gone
Saddly,they have disappeared
No more Arbuckle over the fire
Served at the crack of dawn
Now only a drive thru window
"Please order and move along"
No man rides point,no man rides flank
No one no more rides drag
The cattle and the men are gone
No more the trail to ride
Bout all the old cattle trails are gone
Covered by modernization
But you can see a drive real clear
If you just use your imagination
Sometimes on a hot and dusty day
In silence with no spoken word
You can hear the cattle march
And see cowboys drive their herd
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REVIEW 1
Very good rhythm. There was just one place where I got caught up reading it:
No man rides point,no man rides flank
No one no more rides drag (no one no more: when I'm reading this it doesn't seem to flow with the rest, but this is just my opinion)
The cattle and the men are gone
No more the trail to ride
Good work.
Rebecca |
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