Monday, July 12, 2010

there is no clock
to punch, at least
not for me, nor am i
tied to the plow,
or in an office with
a set salary, or
grade or position,
or rank. i'm a
riding the range,
and have been for
quite sometime.
i don't need much
to keep going and
don't quite understand
those that do, but
it doesn't bother me.
i like the sweat,
the dirt of the world.
i like the tumbleweed
and the cattle that
stray, the wild
ponies that need to
be broken. i'm
lucky that way, to
have little, to ride
in and out sunsets
and sunrises, each
and every day.

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