The old man sat on the porch,
Wind blew devils in the air,
His faded eyes shaded by
A battered hat showing wear,
His droving days were over
With the passing of an age,
And now he was a footnote
On a dusty history page.
Still he had his memories
When a cowboy's life he knew,
Working hard from sun to sun
'Til daily tasks were through.
He let go a heavy sigh
Pushing himself from the chair,
Setting his hat more firmly,
He left no sign he'd been there.