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Authors Note: The Vet and the flower child
Bunker fresh dug five of us set
cold, back to back, dreaming of
home
Come all you midnight riders
see what is left of me
I ride a range of my childhood
free and freedom knows me
Eyes scan the horizon
searching the trees
for a sniper
Soft from the blanket
a mind that is free
to see the truth of
everyday living
a cow poke
is what I'd be
Every sound register
cataloged
safe or to be burned
Peace maker
slips into a man's hand
like a part of his natural body
Dreams a power
of making the cowboy
come alive
Smell of sulfur fills the air
stench of burning flesh
hole cleared
Old tales in the books
picture the war
all an American lie
Tall and orderly
America he stands
power strong
Half track cuts a path
hitch a ride
silence is scary
See all you heroes
outlaws feel the wind
in the night catch
a glimpse of forever
in campfire fires
burning bright
Hung heart on the line of barb-wire
spreading the perimeter
triggers of mine set
Taste the love
of living under stars
of light
a cowboy's plight
Silver flash fills the sky
light sees shadows
torch lights all
Remembers some day
he will live forever
in the hearts of children
Audy Murphy blazing forth
last of the real cowboys
death at every sound
Rides his pony
across wilderness
watches the real sun and sets
Wish and want have lived
she is the answer
Gene kissed his horse
Saddle for a pillow
a sky filled
with used to bes
now, high riding stars
Her arms ward off the cold
shakes come from more than wind
"...hush a bye now my darling don't you cry..."
Camp fire
coffee steaming
in the tin cup of living
yesterday's dreams
Bobbie loosens the straps
that hold me to the bed
demons are resting for a while
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