Friday, July 22, 2016

Ode to the Rancher

      Ode to the Rancher

Summer sun beats,
Baking skin in heat,
Whisking moisture away,
Rough and calloused,
Cracked curious patterns,
In the ground and on the skin,
Darkened pigments,
Weathered and dry,
Coated in dirt and dust,
Grease and grime stain,
Not cubicle contained,
Free to roam,
Chores to do,
Equipment to maintain,
Irrigation to set,
Fence to mend,
Animals to tend.

About the Author:  Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.

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