Just the three of us Bobbie, me and bottle of Jim Beam

Author Note: Flower Child and the Veteran Bunker fresh dug five of us set cold, back to back, dreaming of home Come all you midnight riders see what is left of me I ride a range of my childhood free and freedom knows me Eyes scan the horizon searching the trees for a sniper Soft from the blanket a mind that is free to see the truth of everyday living a cow poke is what I'd be Every sound register cataloged safe or to be burned Peace maker slips into a man's hand like a part of his natural body Dreams a power of making the cowboy come alive Smell of sulfur fills the air stench of burning flesh hole cleared Old tales in the books picture the war all an American lie Tall and orderly America he stands power strong Half track cuts a path hitch a ride silence is scary See all you heroes outlaws feel the wind in the night catch a glimpse of forever in campfire fires burning bright Hung heart on the line of barbwire spreading the perimeter triggers of mine set Taste the love of living under stars of light a cowboy's plight Silver flash fills the sky light sees shadows torch lights all Remembers some day he will live forever in the hearts of children Audy Murphy blazing forth last of the real cowboys death at every sound Rides his pony across wilderness watches the real sun and sets Wish and want have lived she is the answer Gene kissed his horse Saddle for a pillow a sky filled with used to bes now, high riding stars Her arms ward off the cold shakes come from more than wind hush a bye now my darling don't you cry Camp fire coffee steaming in the tin cup of living yesterday's dreams Bobbie loosens the straps that hold me to the bed demons are resting for a while