Cattle Rack Rancher
Well-known member
For LA4 and MillironQH. I used to correspond a bit with Lloyd before he got sick and as much as I didn't know Zack so much, I always enjoyed reading what he had to say. Anyway, this is something for them. Rest in Peace, boys.
The Rarest Breed
Many years ago,
God sowed a seed,
That grew into a man,
Of that rarest breed,
A man who preferred,
The open skies,
To the city,
And its urbane ties.
The breed that leaves cities,
For weaker men.
While you ride and rope,
And brand and pen.
For men like you,
Are made, not born.
Of tough old leather,
And cattle horn.
Forged in the heat,
Of the dusty plain.
And tempered by working,
Through the sun and rain.
The years show strongly,
On you country folk.
Old and gnarled,
But tough as oak.
Your life satisfied,
By where you've been.
And the friends you've made,
And the things you've seen.
But you've gone from this place,
Of pain and strife.
And stepped into the clearing,
Off the path of life.
So, how are things,
Where you are now?
Is the grass still green?
Is there bull and cow?
Is it like walking barefoot,
Through a field fresh plowed?
Or are you riding herd,
On a bank of cloud?
Though you and I,
Have never met.
I may see you,
In heaven, yet.
And we'll ride horseback,
All through the stars,
And herd our cattle,
From Earth to Mars.
'Til then, on you,
May God's peace descend.
Just a new beginning,
But not the end.
The Rarest Breed
Many years ago,
God sowed a seed,
That grew into a man,
Of that rarest breed,
A man who preferred,
The open skies,
To the city,
And its urbane ties.
The breed that leaves cities,
For weaker men.
While you ride and rope,
And brand and pen.
For men like you,
Are made, not born.
Of tough old leather,
And cattle horn.
Forged in the heat,
Of the dusty plain.
And tempered by working,
Through the sun and rain.
The years show strongly,
On you country folk.
Old and gnarled,
But tough as oak.
Your life satisfied,
By where you've been.
And the friends you've made,
And the things you've seen.
But you've gone from this place,
Of pain and strife.
And stepped into the clearing,
Off the path of life.
So, how are things,
Where you are now?
Is the grass still green?
Is there bull and cow?
Is it like walking barefoot,
Through a field fresh plowed?
Or are you riding herd,
On a bank of cloud?
Though you and I,
Have never met.
I may see you,
In heaven, yet.
And we'll ride horseback,
All through the stars,
And herd our cattle,
From Earth to Mars.
'Til then, on you,
May God's peace descend.
Just a new beginning,
But not the end.