Special to ModernJeeper: Cowboy Poetry Part 3
By Del Albright
Highway 50 is said to be the loneliest highway,
Where the pavement stretches far across the desert skyway.
Where you can see the snow-capped mountains across the distant plains,
and anybody who drives out there must not have any brains.
Long straight stretches that will lull you and even bore you,
‘Til you look around at the mountains at the colors and hues.
Every so often, you’ll pass a few cars,
And if you’re out here at night, you’ll see a lot of stars.
Across many valleys, the road runs straight and true,
And over several sets of mountain ranges, you’ll find a few curves too.
Traversing across Nevada, America calls it the loneliest road,
With no signs of life, ‘cept maybe a passing horned toad.
If you break down out here, you’d best be prepared,
And if you gotta spend the night, you can reckon on being scared.
There’re critters in that sage brush; some that crawl and some that howl.
Some will warn you with a rattle, others with a growl.
So, whatever you do, don’t walk out there alone,
Or what’s left of you might be just a white, bleached bone.
Hear Del recite the poem: