Camping

Give me a fire 
Under the clear sky
Where coyotes howl
At the moon's watchful eye 

Give me a saddle
To lay down my head 
In these Prairie grasses
Where I've made my bed

Give me a guitar
To play through the night
As I wait in earnest
For dawn's morning light

Give me a horse 
To be on my way
When the time finally comes 
To face a new day

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