Calves at Cowhorse Ranch in Ramona, CA |
Ruby Mountains by Jack Walther
I am
part of this range of waving grass,
Part of
the evening breeze, the gentle rains that pass.
I am the
horse or range cow that moves out there so free.
Deep
down within, they seem a part of me.
I am the
snows on the mountain that cause the streams to flow,
Spreading
out on the valley, the leaves and branches of a tree,
They are
more than a thing of beauty. They are a part of me.
I am the
buttercups blooming in the springtime,
The call
of the blue grouse on the hill,
The peace
and quiet of a summer night
When all
the world is still.
I am the
sparkling stars on a winter night,
Or a
crisp cold morning sun.
I am the
gurgling protesting stream,
Beneath the
winter ice shall run.
The
coyote that howls in the evening or the hoot owl in the wood,
I sense
them stir within my soul. Deep down it feels so good.
With
this all a part of me, I can never be alone.
I am the
richest man on earth, for all this I own.
When
this body that you see is stilled,
Stand not
by my grave and cry.
When a
part of all these things,
I will
be renewed and shall never die.
But come
out in the fresh spring grass,
See the
songbirds up in the tree,
Just
relax, spend some time.
It is
there I shall forever be.