A Man and His Mules

for John "Mule" Sears

Just passing through with three companion mules,
     A man of few words walked along
The old forgotten trails of yesterday.
     He carried all the clothes and tools
Required to live out on the land alone.
     John never seemed to lose his way,
Although the trail was sometimes hard to see.
     While others live their lives on loan,
Delaying for the present their desires,
     He managed to be truly free
To follow where his heart would carry him.
     His mules could keep their feet where tires
Would soon be useless, spinning in the ditch.
     His hat was mostly woven brim
To shade the sun; his voice was mostly song
     To pass the time in pleasing pitch.


©2016 Michael Fraley




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