He had ridden that day ever so far to get home
It was nearing Christmas night the year 1889
So tied he just wanted to spend Christmas day
Resting in his own built log cabin made from pine..
He unsaddled his horse in the yard and headed
Directly for his cabin lit the fire put the coffee on..
And being tied simply fell asleep upon hos cabin bunk
Mumbling in a hum a very old much loved country song..
He slept like he had not slept in such a longest while
Never woke until later on way after the coming dawn..
But something was strange as he rubbed his eyes some
So he sat up stretched and enjoyed an old cowboy yawn..
He lived far away from anyone out there on his country hill
One could see for simply miles and nothing but distent view..
Of mountains away and a small valley plain on a good day
And endless ongoing pines tall wher often an eagle flew..
He was still wearing his belt and six guns in holsters
His rifle was still in leather within the saddle fitted for all..
His boots were still on as he must have just sat on his bunk
And being as tight as he was that exactly where he would fall..
He saw the fire had long died and there were webs around
And there was a stentch and dust simply everywhere to be..
He could not believe his very own eyes as he rubbed them
And amazed through his cabin roof now there grew a tree..
He walked out to his porch his rocking chair was gone
And his old shotgun not on the floor where it always lay..
His horse was no longer in what was left of an old rail yard
And his much loved view had changed endlessly on that day..
His cloths were somewhat creased as he'd slept in those
But there were none in a now collapsed robe he had there..
His best clothes were all gone as was his best boots and hats
And his much loved washburn guitar was missing now it seemed..
The oldest photo of his once much loved wife was gone as well
Everything was dirty and uncared for the likes he'd never seen..
Quickly then he found his way outside again onto his porch
And he saw the mass of all the pines where no longer there..
And there was smoke belching up from a long away building
Then a highest distant largest ever plane left tracks in the air..
His entire own built cabbin almost was no longer livable
And all he loved was gone as far around as he could see a all..
He was not dreaming as this was to him so very true in sight
Falling to his knees a first time tears on his hard face did fall..
He thought of something his own father had once said to him
When he'd look at his faher with a doubting face as a lad..
His Father would say to him well then relate to his young man
The winds of time can blow good and others really really bad ..
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