Ranch at Twilight

The soothing sigh of the night wind, the whine of a coyote's call,
The Tonesome bawl of a maverick, a hush as the shadows fall.

A gleam of light from the ranch house, the smell of food from the door,
The laughter of men well contented, the clink of their spurs on the floor.

The cool, sweet smell of the prairie, the twang of a cowboy's guitar,
The deep, gleaming blue of the heavens with its brand of a silver star.

Saddles hung over the gate-posts, dusty boots lining the wall,
Rest for the hard-riding waddies, peace and contentment for all!
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