Ranching life is cattle-
Riding fence and shakin' hay,
Spending hours in a saddle
Working weary for my pay.

It's spinning fancy rope tricks
Telling yarns the cowboy way
Tying knots and twisting wire
Watching gangly calves at play.

It's friendship between old bunkmates-
It's the fellowship of men
And the sharing of a moment
At the passing of a friend.

It's the clap of heavy thunder
When the last one's in the pen
And a weary pony's playful romp..
When the long day hits its end.

It's a flat loop when you need it
It's a dally without thumbs
It's the sizzle of an iron
When they've rounded up the bums.

It's the sparkling stars of heaven
When the cool of evening comes
And the calming gift of music
When a campfire guitar strums.

It's the burst of blooming clover
And the smell of new mown hay,
And the soothing sounds the crickets make
When all light's gone from day.

It's the greening days of drizzle
That transform the land each May,
And the twinkling eyes of children...
Watching barn cats' kittens play.

It's the crisp snap your boots make..
On fresh new arctic snow,
And the heavenly glow of northern lights
Setting winter skies aglow.

But mostly it's the simple little truths
That all ranch families know....
Respect the land.. the earth and man...
And the creatures God's bestowed.