Cowboy poetry (at last)

OK, folks. I know y'all been waitin' forever fer me to post up some cowboy poetry that I done wrote myself, so I set myself down and finished up one of the things I been workin' on. Here it is. Tell me what you think.

 

There's some as says that purple
Is the colour of a King
They give it a fancy name and all (porphyry)
But it's the same old thing

Now I don't know 'bout kings and queens
And other powerful folk
Or colours 'n things they used to use
To keep people under yoke

But there's a time of day
After all the herd's been seen to
And I'm settin' on this ridge
'Tween the fire and my lean-to

When the heavens that seemed endless
'Neath the scorchin' sun of noon
Are drawin' down around me
And the night is comin' soon

When the prairies stretch before me
And as far as eye can see
Not another human bein'
Is sharin' the world with me

As the sun gets sinkin' lower
To'ard the straight line of the ground
When the skies have gone from blue to red
And there's silence all around

And there's a single moment
'Fore it all drops off to night
When everything seems to stop a spell
When everything is right

I can hear the cattle lowin'
As the cold is gettin' higher
I can hear the beans a bubblin'
O'er the kindlin' of the fire

And the sky at just that moment
In between deep red and coal
Is a certain shade of purple
That reaches into a man's soul

Now I ain't got no religion
But when I look around I see
That someone's tryin' to tell me
That there ain't no king but me

Image courtesy of Dornbrau. (Also, I'm rippin' off her freakin' bandwidth linkin' to it here)