One
of My Poems
Times
Change
The land, that Charlie Goodnight drove cattle through,
has
seen a whole lot of change, through the years,
in
his book, by J. Evetts Haley,
Goodnight tells where he drove heifers and steers.
Our place is on the Goodnight-Loving trail,
our front lawn view is right where
he went,
he drove all through the eighteen seventies,
and, made hist’ry
in the years that he spent.
The cowboy, on horseback, pushing cattle,
started
in Texas, and, then, headed north,
sold beef to the soldiers, at the forts,
on the way,
during the years that he went back and forth.
Now-a-days,
I’m not sure he’d recognize,
all the land than what he’d travelled through,
it’s all fenced, now, and, the highways are in,
trucks haul the cows, there’s
nothing to do.
If his ghost made one more trip up the trail,
it would
be time spent, not doing too much,
satellites, planes, cars driving too fast,
the TVs, computers, cell phones and such.
They’re all run by electrical power,
high lines get in the way of herds going by,
you could try and circle each
one of them,
you’d have to go to Alaska to try!
Nope, I sure think the
old times have passed us,
and, it’s mourned by the cowboy on horseback,
Good night pushed his herds all through the country,
but, there’s something
that seems way out of whack.
Doc
Mayer
