SUNDOWN ON THE PRAIRIE

   

I watched the sun go down last night

From high up on a hill.

I watched  and listened till the day died out

And everything was still.

 

 

"The Lord knows what he's doing

And does it well," says I,

As the twinkling of a billion stars

Lit up the prairie sky.

 

 

Then I heard the coyote yappin'.

It was like a lullaby.

He was singin' to the daylight,

Biddin' it good-by.

 

 

Then the wise old owl came callin'

To the tree under which I sat.

His voice boomed out from the branches

Saying, "This day is done and that's that!"

 

 

There were crickets all around me

And I heard the sound they made.

Not one, but several hundred,

It was a symphony they played.

 

 

The coyote, the owl, the crickets

One last chorus they did sing.

Then I got myself up off the ground,

Into the saddle I did swing.

 

 

As I turned my pony toward the barn,

The wind my name did carry.

I knew I'd return next evening,

For SUNDOWN ON THE PRAIRIE.

 

 

©  22  July  1991

   S. Dale “Sierra” Seawright