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You said you were tired
that this was your last stand
I was tired too
for us
uphill battles
dry gullies
dead ends
and mountainous terrain
had delivered us here
back into each other

With tired eyes
worn out old boots
dusty stirrup irons
lame horses
sitting above hungry dogs
and our evening stars
praying for tomorrow
for another day of sunlight
with each other

Searching for the strength
to do it all again
evening fast approached
upon the aging stockmen
then taut
in tune with the grassy flow
Let’s follow the stream up north
I said
to where I do not know