Findings

I'd be willing to bet that you know 'bout feelin' alone somewhere along the trail. Doesn't seem that anything is gonna fill that emptiness 'cept new ranges and different trails. Just about that time most anything can get to lookin' good and like as not you're makin' plans to throw away everything you've come to know and trust. That's when one of the boys comes ridin' up to you sayin' he's feelin' sorry for hisself and like as not I'll share this here story and maybe he'll think on things for just a little while...

Findings

His hat's beat down

Ragged and well worn.

But it suits his faded jeans

All stained with sweat and torn.

There's some says his work's way more

Than any pay he's gettin'.

'Cause he's up before the mornin' light

And works well past its' settin'.

No, he don't listen to that talk

He only smiles and nods polite

'Cause he knows down deep inside

What he's doin's simply right.

Yes, he thought it different once,

Went and lived with city folk.

But what he found was mostly fuss

And air that made him choke.

So soon enough he rode back home

Away from all those lights.

And now his thoughts stay closer in

When he's on his own at night.

Now with nighttime full around

He thinks back on his day;

Of earth and trees and sky

And chasing down that stray.

With hat in hand there comes a simple prayer,

"Lord, I thank you for this day.

For riding by my side

And for showing me my way."

W Bornmann, Jr