The Ranch

Daisy chains
Set together in fragile union.
Sitting down among
The grass,
And the wildflowers,
Swaying in the
Gentle breeze,
A whisper in the wind
Of youth
And its fleeting hold.
Prairie skirts swish
As the horse tosses its mane,
And the birds fly
Swiftly,
In throaty song
And soprano trills.
Hiking on the dusty road,
Cars unable to make a
Thorough impact on the
Natural rebellion in the
Middle of the trail.
The river winds its way through,
Catching the valley in its mystical grasp,
Courting the land
In the most gentlemanly manner,
Taking it by the hand
And leading it through the hills.