We've closed the gate
The mules are done hauling frieght,
The hands have penned all the cattle...
While the train's running just a little late.
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The poem just takes the reader out there in the country, the view so vividly expressed one can smell the grass and feel the breeze. Excellent poetry!
I never rode a horse and to be honest, they always intimidated me. Or bit me. However, I love the atmosphere of this poem and the implied camaraderie and fun being had, by a bunch of hard working guys. I can almost be there.
Ah yes, been there done that. Nothing like the great open spaces. Great write Smoky.