I wrote this as part of the cowboypoetry.com salute to Cowboy Poetry Week. They post a picture and poets do their thing. You can see it here: http://www.cowboypoetry.com/artspur8.htm#jh or just picture it for yourself as you're getting ready to head home for Christmas.
HEADING HOME
Bent blades in short grass;
A trail to where they’ve been,
to where the sun is going.
Two riders heading home.
Their shadows point the way to
bunks, beef and beans
as cotton-ball clouds
dapple distant granite wind breaks.
Two riders heading home.
No need to talk as ponies walk.
Their cowboy cadence conducts
a symphony of solitude.
Folks look and say,
“They’re Heading Home.”
But, if home is where the heart is,
they’re already there.
Jeff Hildebrandt © April 13, 2006
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