The Closing of the Rodeo by William Jay Smith

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The lariat snaps; the cowboy rolls
  His pack, and mounts and rides away.
Back to the land the cowboy goes.

Plumes of smoke from the factory sway
  In the setting sun. The curtain falls,
A train in the darkness pulls away.

Goodbye, says the rain on the iron roofs.
  Goodbye, say the barber poles.
Dark drum the horses' hooves.