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.” |