P-C Numbers Thirty-nine AND FORTY

P.C. # 39 ======= Out in the Ranch I'm-a wranglin' words, Though the cattle are gone, Not a one herd The lowing and whispering wind in the sage Blows softly a new year, another new page I chased the challenge, and I did my best Under the stars in the heart of the West My cowboy said "Ride," so I mounted my steed Chasing the wind as I galloped with speed. I'm nearing the end of this exhausting ride I smile, my cowboy is right by my side P.C. # 40 ===== Changing seasons on the Ranch The Paloverdes pruned But some things, like true lovin' hearts Are always finely tuned From the settlin' in this place The warmth of smiles and love's embrace The desert dust is settling I tie my horse to post And click my heals and raise my cup To poetry I toast! My muse is near, she takes a bow All through this night we've galloped through I kiss my darling cowboy's head Let's grab some grub, Cowboy, nuff' said THE END YEEEEEHAWWWW!!!!!!! Happy New Year in nineteen minutes!