Sunday

I rise up early to breathe the crisp clean air of winds blowing 'cross the grass wondrous and fair Across the valley the mountains rise up high jagged purple peaks piercing the azure sky Eagles soar 'cross the sun looking for a meal it's as close to God as any man might feel Seeing new calves breathing their first taste of spring on limp legs, to its mother a young foal clings Out in the grass a meadowlark courts its mate with a song so sweet that it makes my heart ache The bugling of elks welcome the morning light at the foot of the ridge somewhere out of site Across my front yard nature is at its best here on my front porch I'd love to sit and rest But cattle are crying, they need attending winter was hard so there's fences need mending I hoist my coffee in a toast to the hand that made me a part of his glorious plan So I'll take a moment, contemplate and pray On the ranch, Sunday is just another day