THE COWBOY TRAIL
THE COWBOY TRAIL
By Rod Miller
(C) 2000 All Rights Reserved
From below the Mexican border
To the medicine line and beyond,
Cattle country spreads far and wide
And the cowboy trail is long.
And the cowboy trail is long.
The cowboy trail is long.
The trail’s awash, a river of mud.
A splash the hoofbeat’s sound.
The blue of the sky bleaches away
As clouds cascade to the ground.
And the cowboy trail is long.
The cowboy trail is long.
Fetlock-deep dust sifted fine as flour
Paints every horse on the trail the same.
Sweat disappears, its work undone,
The sky hot and bright as a flame.
And the cowboy trail is long.
The cowboy trail is long.
Icy lace trims mountain streams.
You drop the cinch anad strip your kack
At the end of a day riding leafy trails.
Steam rises from your horse’s back.
And the cowboy trail is long.
The cowboy trail is long.
The trail fades, the horizon is lost
Out there where white meets white.
Snow squeaks underfoot as you ride,
Chilled bones creak when you alight.
And the cowboy trail is long.
The cowboy trail is long.
From prairie swells to ocean waves,
Alpine forests to brushy plains;
Wherever the trail leads to cattle,
A cowboy will take up the reins.
And the cowboy trail is long.
The cowboy trail is long.
