Kenny

As the sun starts to lay low
In the western skies
The back country
Begins to quiet down....

The cattle in the pastures,relaxed
Ready for the night to fall
Gravel roads turn to dirt....

Familiar to all who knew him
A old chevy trk
Comin' down the road
At idle speed,as he always did
A dog pacing back and forth,window to window...

As the driver comes to a halt,you see
Kenny,a smile on his face
Always a word to say
How's it going you ask
As always, Kenny said
Riding out to check the cows
Also to watch the deer....

Off into the evening
Kenny would go
Always a kind word or two
A smile as bright as the sun....

So far well,my old dear friend
Tend to that stock in the sky
Keep the cattle gates closed
Plus water and fed.....


Michael VanDyke @C 2018