Endearment

by Mark Munzert
Loopin’ strays and runaways
In air so warm and pure.
Lucky me for what I see
In open range grandeur.
Upon my colt as dogies bolt
There’s no way I can lose.
If I miss my throw, I’ll still know
It’s this cowboy life I choose.
On my steady mount I can count.
Together we are a team.
Just the two of us with no fuss.
Were just livin’ out our dream.
Mountains high, grass n’ water nigh,
Could you want of better scope?
Forage green and waif stock to glean,
For these things I’ll always hope.
When day’s done and I’ve had my fun
I’ll disengage to my sack.
Of my post I’ll have had the most
‘Midst endearment I shan’t lack.
Mark Munzert has been branded ‘the Cowboy Poet of the Northeast’ as his present home is in upstate New York’s Mountains region. The ranch-hand, descendant of horse-folk, cow-losopher performs regularly at Western events, dude ranches, and many Cowboy Gatherings. Contact him at 315-480-7586 or markmunzert@gmail.com.

2018-02-16T10:40:35+00:00February 16th, 2018|Mane Stream Articles|0 Comments

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