A poem by the very talented Dani over at http://fallnlovecrafts.wordpress.com/ !
Submitted by Dani
Through whispering willows and age old pines,
Thin mist veils,
The red sunrise eerily shines,
Over rocky roads and dusty trails,
The Cowboy rides,
Looking for strays and ones left behind,
A glimpse of a horn, and maybe some cowhides,
Could be all that he will find,
But he will not quit,
He’ll find those critters,
What true grit.