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| Day's End
As I sit and watch the sun go down, we have finished our day. My horse grazes next to me he is content to stay. I stoke my fire, pour coffee in my cup, open a can of beans to heat for my sup, A coyote cries in the distance, another chimes in, As the moon crawls over the back of my faithful old friend. I hear his rhythmic chewing he gives a soft sigh, A true friend he is without asking why. I lean on my saddle, coffee in my hand, and stare at the silhouette that cascades on the land. Crickets start their singing, the coyote and owl too, They make me think of God and what he meant to do. As I sit and listen quietly, of all that they sing, I think of tomorrow and what it will bring. I know that today will never be again, and I am satisfied of what We've done to bring it to an end. © A. K. Moss |
