Behind the Grindstone: Sunset

He stands in the time
When the days most done
Accented by
The setting sun

And it feels good
To get outa the saddle
After spendin’ the day
Checkin’ on cattle

And to contemplate
On the day now past
It seemed so slow
And passed so fast

And the sunset’s getin’ bright
Like painted with a brush
As he’s walkin’ in the peace
Not wantin’ to rush

His horse is tuggin on the reins
Wantin’ to graze
When there in the west
It looks like a blaze

The colors blaze high
Like a fire in the sky
Then they fade slowly
And flicker and die

He watches the fading
Till he sees the last spark
Knowin’ all the time
He’ll be ridin’ in the dark

The cool and the freshness
Of the night air
The smell of sagebrush and cedar
Are a magical pair

He gathers his reins
And steps in the saddle
It’ll be another day
If there’s a battle to battle

Cause he’s at peace with the world
And the world with him
He points his horse toward home
As the light grows dim

His horse needs no guidin’
He knows the way well
He’s lonesome for home
And for his own corral

At least, that’s the view here from behind the grindstone.