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This time of year we seem to get visitors just before school starts. Nice to see them come but enjoy seeing them leave also. My wife had some relatives came from the Twin Cities for a couple of days. They pulled in driving a BMW. Sure had a different life style then ours. This poem came to mind as I watched their dust go over the hill. Didn't write this meaning to offend anyone, just an opinion.

My way of life


A recent city visitor once asked
Why I live way out here
Far from anywhere
With just the coyotes and the deer

He said it’s a long ways to town
What happens if you get sick
There’s nothing here but prairie
And miles and miles of creek

We were sitting on the front porch
Watching the sun go down
It’’s colors fading softly
As darkness came around

There’s no security lights
And you don’t even lock your doors
You call this a life
All you seem to do is chores


I answered him real slowly
After a lot of thought
I may not be rich like you
But I really like what I’ve got

Now Listen very carefully
I don’t expect you to understand
Like that cottonwood growing over there
I was born part of this land

I’ve seen some big ol snowbanks
Reach the top of that very tree
Blown in off the ridge
That winter was real naaasty!

When it thawed later that spring
The water was nearly this high
A short month later
The whole creek darn was dry

I’ve seen fires burning at night
Light up the midnight sky
I don’t need to tell you mister
This country can make you cry

Sure it never rains much
And it gets so garsh darn cold
But theres something about spingtime
That never ever seems to get old

When that first new calf is born
And the grasses start to grow
You”re looking forwards to summer
And all the hay you’re going to mow

See ranching aint a job
It’s simply a lucky way of life
Like buying a winning lottery ticket
Or finding the perfect wife.

I pity most you city folk
And your locked up cages at night
Fighting traffic in the daytime
Not trusting neighbors..... now that just aint right

Sure you get your paid vacations
And you can’t wait to retire
So you can find a place in the country
That will satify your crave and desire

You’ll buy yourseff 80 acres
And a fancy horse or two
Have a big old house built
Get an aluminum trailor to pull

Your ranch will be located
So a blacktop road is near
A fellar can’t get stranded out there
That’s gotta be your biggest fear

But something just won’t feel right
You’ll still not seem to belong
It’s not something you can buy my friend
You’re born with it all along

So go and do all those really important things
Dressed in fancy clothes with your hair all curled
Meanwhile I’ll just quietly mind my own business
............And continue feeding the world......

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