At the Base of the Armor Mountains-A Poem About My Ranch

At the base of the Armor Mountains there's a place I love- There-all that is passes through my heart- what I've been-what I am and what sustains me- There the land caress me with its thousand kiss's- There the rains sculpted the river- usable earth rose from the abyss and was transformed to fields and forests- River run ranch spread like a buffalo skin at the base the mountains- I can stretch my eyes and hands to the air to hear brooks-river and winds- Mares tied to the wheels of birth- geldings grazing on green pastures- a wood pecker hammering- dogs running and playing- There-under the blanket of darkness an old poet sleeps and dreams among leaves of night-California Blue