Working hard
Til I’m tired
On my spread
That’s where I’ll stay
No more fences
No pretenses
That’s my goal
On this fine day
Watch the sunrise
Wait for the sunset
Eating irons
Are for later today
Herd now needs water
Herd now needs rounding
Nothing better
On this fine day
Once was offered
Two million dollars
That dog won’t hunt
So I walked away
What price the fresh air?
What cost the cool breeze?
I sent that dealer
So far away
Stew and Biscuits
On my table
Cowboy boots
Are tucked away
The stars are bright
The wolves are singing
What an end
To this fine day
Andy Betz has tutored and taught in excess of 40 years, lives in 1974, and has been married for 30 years. His works are found everywhere a search engine operates.