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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
A COWBOYS REFLECTIONS
Joel T. Bailey
He rode out on a mesa rim
And gazed across the vast plain
He listened to a far away whistle
Of an old freight train
He gave thanks to the Lord
For making this beautiful land
And for giving him a happiness
Only a cowboy could understand
He thinks back on all the years
That he's been riding free
And the end of his way of life
Is something he hates to see
He remembers the dusty trails
And the camps along the way
His head resting on his saddle
At the end of a long hard day
Its sad to think that those
Who follow him will never know
The freedom of the open range
Or the life that he loves so
The days of the drifting cowboy
Will soon be over and gone
Then only in his memories
Will the old West still live on
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