Saturday, March 04, 2006

The Black Sky Sparkled


The long night stretched behind them,
Just a mile away from home,
While four lonely cowboys rode in back,
And Simon sang a song.

A gravelly corner roared out loud,
The horse let out a sigh,
And the road spit yellow dashes,
As they rode into the night.

The mustang tripped and stumbled,
And he was jolted from his sleep.
Then the black sky sparkled brightly,
When he crawled out of the heap.

For the one who rode the shotgun,
The one who could not mend,
The sun that night set swiftly,
And it never rose again.

JR Bumgarner
March 5, 2006

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