I'M night guard all alone tonight, Dead homesick, lonely, tired and blue; And none but you can make it right; My heart is hungry, Girl, for you. I've longed all night to hug you, Dear; To speak my love I'm at a loss. But just as soon as daylight's here I'm goin' straight to see the boss. "How long's the round-up goin' to run? Another week, or maybe three? Give me my time, then, I am done. No, I'm not sick. Three weeks? Oh gee!" I know, though, when I've had enough. I will not work,—darned if I will. I'm goin' to quit, and that's no bluff. Say, gimme some tobacco, Bill. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SNAKE by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE TURN O LIBERTAD by WALT WHITMAN THE TWO ANGELS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO THE OBELISK DURING THE GREAT FROST, 1881 by MATHILDE BLIND A SONNET TO YOU! by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |