Texas Sunset

He said “Son get yourself in this pickup truck,

And I’ll treat you to a special event.”

Stuck behind that windshield all day

I was feel’n ‘Bout three quarters spent.

But, we load’d up and took off for his spread,

as shadows stretched cross the road,

N’ he recalled a tale ‘bout the”Rock’n Chair Ranch,”

as my surrounding began to erode.

As we stood there facing the western sky,

sun rest’n on the saddleback rim,

The wind laid down to noth’n at all,

then he turned, tugged his hat by the brim

And said “SOn, when things aren’t going my way

and my match I think I’ve met,

noth’n gets me lined out and think’n straight

like listen’n to a texas sunset.”

We stood there silent under that sky

and watched the first star appear.

a hoot owl called from the shelter belt,

then silence was all i could hear.

In a rush it seemed stars filled the sky,

and the starlight whispered down;

just barely enough to see things close,

on the horizon the glow of some town.

though i can’t always get there in person,

I’ve relied on it many a time;

When this old world starts get’n me down,

and i know that im just about prime

to start to give in or go off the deep end,

on one thing, my friend, you can bet.

i’ll find me a nice quiet place to hole up,

and listen to a texas sunset.

The Trailer Showdown

My friend Julia learned that if you hang around me long enough you may find yourself in one of my poems. She took it in stride and even participated in making her poem into a video that will soon premier on Youtube: “The Trailer Showdown”