TRAIL’S END?

 TRAIL’S END?
 
By Donna Penley
 
He put his horse out t’ pasture,
Hung his saddle on th’ wall;
His cowboy pards went out t’ brand dogies, 
Left ‘im in th’ bunkhouse feelin’ small.
What do ya do with a wore out ol’ cowboy,
Who can no longer trust his rope?
Can he prove t’ th’ foreman he kin carry his weight?
Or, is there jest no hope?
 
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