Dreams Not Forsaken
For you I have a special gift,
A poem with a different theme.
I hope it will delight your heart,
And prompt a pleasant dream.
Was in my mind I saw this clear
In the twilight of the morning.
We sat together sipping our brew
Conversing what the day was forming.
The time had come to pull your gear
And ride old Buck due east.
Your day’s endeavors are laid out for you
Whether you encounter man or beast.
The fences you’ll run setting them straight
Where there’d be a sag or a breaking.
The strays you’ll find, turning them back
To the herd a-quietly grazing.
The calves you’ll note their condition of health
Marveling at their playful frolicking.
The yearlings you’ll sort, cutting the stock
For taking to Saturday’s auctioning.
In the evening you’ll ride to the north
To check the range’s yielding.
Then note the creek which flows up there
That will give the cattle filling.
Now, riding down from out of the west.
Tip tells me of your coming.
I see your silhouette against the sky
Where burnt orange is peacefully fading.
The chimney’s smoke climbs to the clouds,
The scent of bread fills the valley.
You hear me ringing the dinner bell
Welcoming you from your day’s journey.
Later, we relax on the porch swing
Speaking of dreams not forsaken.
Then closing the door on this long day
To slumber till morning’s awaken.
I turn to you gently in the night
Softly calling out your name.
“My chores will be light for tomorrow,
So, I’ll meet you on the east plain.”
“Together we’ll move the herd due north,
And we can repair that broken-down gate.”
“I’ll bring a lunch we’ll share in the meadow,
And it will be a mighty-fine date.”