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Show Inin V numb i-iggtna TRAIL GUARDS Circling, searching buzzards o'er my weary trail Cause me keen alertness lest my canteen fail Keeps me ever sober 'bout the tragic miles ahead Where the bones of men and burros . . . Serve as warning from the dead. I never tire of watching, how they glide and wheel There's a sort of satisfaction ... Mingled with the creepy feel, Knowing sentinels such as they . . . Guard my roving, wandering way, Ready with Life's tragic roulette wheel. (Copyright 1948, By Cliff McCurdy) |