Page 26 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky

I've been to those big cities,
Buildings everywhere an roads to mar the land.

I didn't see one tumbleweed,

An not one honored brand.

I never saw a campfire there,
Flickering warm it's amber light.

And I didn't hear the lone wolf,
As he greets the shadows of the night.

I never saw one newborn colt, wild an free
as the wind neath eagle wings on high.

An I never saw a sunset there
To match the mountain's purple sky.

I've seen this range in good times an bad,

Seems like a million times to me.
But every time I see a sunrise or sunset

It's where I want to be.

While others measure wealth with money

Or by counting what they own.
Your treasure's here with family'n friends

An this range you call your home.

Cowboy's are a different breed,
Rawhide in every stitch.

Fact is, when your a cowboy son

,.... Your already rich.