Ken Cook
23154 Teal Lane
Martin, SD 57551
(605) 685-6749
kencookpoet@gmail.com
Come
With Me
Come
with me, I invite you
On a ride with no brochure.
A fair piece from the asphalt
Where good men still live the lure
Of rangeland devoid of fences,
Grass rollin' toward the sky.
At day's dusk you might call out,
"Do we have to say goodbye?"
Come with me, and I'll saddle
My son's horse for you to ride.
The hours you work with his colt
Just might touch you deep inside
The hollow saved for secrets
In the heart of every man,
'cause one long day spent horseback
Feels like sittin' in God's hand.
Come with me, we'll go ridin'
And to you I'll swear a vow;
You'll join the men who cowboy,
That choose not to ram a plow
Through prairie sod to change it
From open range to furrowed crop.
Past the marrow of their bones
Hear 'em whisper "wish they'd stop."
Come with me, daylight's burnin',
This is not my final ride.
I'll show you country ageless
As the ocean's endless tide.
Then while we're sharin' sunset
With our horses heads down low,
'Bout then you're gonna ask me,
"Do I really have to go?"
© 2008, Ken
Cook
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