Early in the morning
Before the sun comes up
An old cowboy dozes
While brewing the coffee
Too tired to stand, too achy to sit
He kneels by the fire
Eyes closed, he dreams...
A warm bed, a hot breakfast
A cowboy's needs are basic
His possessions few
But every now and then
Another life floats through
A little house, white picket fence
Maybe a family...
A pretty gal
A couple of little cowhands
Dawn is breaking
The cattle are stirring
Time to get moving
Pour a cup of coffee
Round up the hardtack
Heat up the beans
Ring the bell, call for chow
The day is underway
—Gail Bornfield