End of an Age 

I’ll ride free no more forever
I heard the old cowboy say
Like those who’ve gone on before me
I’ll hang up my spurs today

‘Cause times they are a changin’
They’re fencin’ off the range
I reckon I’m too old
Or maybe too stubborn to change
 
The longhorns replaced by the hereford
The old chuckwagons parked for good
Settin’ lonely out there on the prairie
Just weathered and rotten old wood

​​Like the Indian and the buffalo before me
Forever no more will they roam
These mountains and prairies and badlands
That once they called their home
 
Some say this is progress
Others say its just how things are
But I wonder why we would want it
And how is it we’ve come this far
 
And I reckon it’s easy to see
We’ve come to the end of an age
This chapter in life’s book is over
But it’s sure hard to turn the next page

© Bill (Three Feathers) Bunting