When my trail stretches out to the edge of the sky Through the desert so empty and bright, When I'm watchin' the miles as they go crawlin' by And a-hopin' I'll get there by night, Then my hawse never speaks through the long sunny day, But my saddle he sings in his creaky old way: @3"Easy—easy—easy— For a temperit pace ain't a crime. Let your mount hit it steady, but give him his ease, For the sun hammers hard and there's never a breeze. We kin get there in plenty of time."@1 When I'm after some critter that's hit the high lope, And a-spurrin' my hawse till he flies, When I'm watchin' the chances for throwin' my rope And a-winkin' the sweat from my eyes, Then the leathers they squeal with the lunge and the swing And I work to the livelier tune that they sing: "@3Reach 'im! reach 'im! reach 'im! If you lather your hawse to the heel! There's a time to be slow and a time to be quick; Never mind if it's rough and the bushes are thick— Pull your hat down and fling in the steel!"@1 When I've rustled all day till I'm achin' for rest And I'm ordered a night-guard to ride, With the tired little moon hangin' low in the west And my sleepiness fightin' my pride, Then I nod and I blink at the dark herd below And the saddle he sings as my hawse paces slow: @3"Sleepy—sleepy—sleepy— We was ordered a close watch to keep, But I'll sing you a song in a drowsy old key; All the world is a-snoozin' so why shouldn't we? Go to sleep, pardner mine, go to sleep."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GALAHAD IN THE CASTLE OF THE MAIDENS by SARA TEASDALE FOR LAUREL AND HARDY ON MY WORKROOM WALL by DAVID WAGONER THE LAST WISH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON MELANCHOLIA by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR EIGHT O'CLOCK by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TO COLIN CLOUT by ANTHONY MUNDAY BLUE CANTON-WARE by SARAH A. ATHEARN |