The Tumbleweed Lullaby

Oh lord hear the lonesome cowboys lullaby, singing beneath The vast prairie open sky. Hush, do they not lull the restless cattle to sleep, by a soft Undertones sweet melody. Drifting plains men, singing of the sorrows broken hearted, And dreaming visions of their beloved, they've left behind. Guitar strumming minstrels, of the fire hearth, accented By the lone harmonica, playing off in the distance Amongst a sea of cows, and horses. In harmonic rhythm is this grassroots orchestra, as the fiddler Strikes up his bow to join in, and playing ever so gently along, To harmony's rhythm. On the rocky cliffs mixed in the sandy dunes, the heckling Coyotes, give an eerie ambiance, to this old western chorus. Do these desert whyly creatures, howl in perfections tune, To the wrangler's musical beat, of these wide grassy expanses, That they all call home. The rattler shakes it's tail in defiance, against the munching Prairie dog, whom got away at the last moment. Listen closely to the sounds of the meadow-lands, does not the crickets, And locusts, add a natural flavor by their clicking and chirping. Near the rivers stream, as the winds do blow, along the waters edge, Another elements assent, is bestowed by the forcing of the reeds, to Bend hitting them against the hollow log, causing a thumping's, Drumming, to this uniquest of bands. As twilight's distant starlight, flickering in the vast Blackness above, these rambling souls whom wander so. Down these dusty trails long journey, yearn for nothing More than to know the quite serenity, of their home That seems so far away. Let your music fill your emptiness, for one nights Beautiful dream, and remember the memory as if it Were real, a vivid vision of illusion, and rest In complete bliss, good night my young Cowboy of the open sky. BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN