All the cowboys,
riding the line all the way down
taking it where it leads,
living it as only they can.
Sleeping bags tucked and memories,
music hangs on evenings air
stars sparkle just a bit brighter tonight
as rhinestones join the game,
another empty space in heaven
filled with song.
Suffering at its end as the train rolls by,
childhood vinyl held in trembling hands
not to mar the fresh new smell
the 70’s in the mind alive and well.
But I am blessed for I can recall
and still to this day sing,
for another cowboy flying high
as peace to him now this day will bring.
“And I need you more than want you,
And I want you for all time
And the Wichita lineman is still on the line” (4/22/1936-8/8/2017) Glen Campbell
Ride that line Glen, follow it as far as only you can, I’ll still be listening on the wire with a reminiscent tear in my eye. Infinite day, Infinite life.