A Cowboy Poem du Jour: Dream Ranch

The dream ranch lies

Where cool streams flow

Through deep green meadows

Nourished by snow;

Where the horses are broke

And the boss is not,

Where it's not too cold

And never too hot.

There's hay in the manger

And straw in the stall

With plenty of oats to grain them all.

There's a house in the shade

And a spring on the hill

Where you hear the call of a whippoorwill.

Now the dream ranch, of course,

Just doesn't exist,

But if we didn't dream

think what we'd have missed.

(Colen H. Sweeten, Jr.)