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I guess I've always been a morning person
The sun ain't rose and I'll have the coffee brewing
The peace and quiet helps me think, helps me sort
What it is that day I should be doing
But evening is almost just as good to me
There's a different kind of quiet when the sun goes down
It's when I start the last job of my day
It's time for taking one last look around
I check the sky for telltale clouds and color
For signs of weather coming, those two never lie
I listen for the quail that roost up near the windmill
If I don't hear them call, I wonder why
The later I stay out the more I seem to see
Sometimes the silhouettes of hungry elk or deer
Maybe an owl will appear on dark silent wings
It's hard to say just what you'll find out here
The horses will be waiting at the gate for me
They like routines that involve a scoop of feed
We stroll together for the barn and separate stalls
Lights out when they have everything they need
Sometimes I can see my wife through an open window
She don't know it, but in the dark I like to spy
My last job of the day is loving that woman
To hold her in my arms and tell her why
We all need to take that evening look around
Take stock of all the things that make our lives worthwhile
I do and I tell you what— I sleep pretty good
And it seems to help me wake up with a smile
Used here with the author's permission.
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