Black eyed susans run the length of the road
Perpendicular to the parallel horizons
Big sky, huge land, open smiles
Sunrise
Yes, the deer and the antelope DO play
Amidst countless head of cattle
Cowboy hats and scuffed boots, drop yoke shirts
and tobacco without a hint of irony
If I had a type, it would be your type
Sam Elliot meets Monty Roberts over rhubarb cobbler
and Bud Lite
At the rodeo
Talking horses bred for quick boned cowiness
And Vaquero dressage
Thunderstorms shoot rain straight down
From the heavens countless miles away
Rainbows over wheat and round bales
A different kind of gold
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