“Let’s go up!”
Echoes the wrangler’s cry in the distance of the crisp summer morning.
“Clip” “clop” go the hooves on the dirt ranch driveway-
180 horses snort and whinney as they make their way into the corrals,
Ready for breakfast.
A dart of green here A flash of red there
The hummingbirds have arrived,
Whistling their happy tune as they chase one another,
feeling safe to play
A canopy of neon green speckles-
The Aspens have leafed.
“Who’s on Shoshone?”
“Hold your reins like ice-cream cones.”
“A long time ago a man named Shorty lived on the ranch.”
“I said a boom-chick-boom!”
“Hey, wanna come to my cabin during cabin time?”
“Can we lope again?”
“This is awesome!”
“Welcome to the C Lazy U SHODEO!”
“This is my address, let’s be pen pals.”
The sun peaks down behind the mountain,
For a moment,
In a pool of gold.
As kids giggle and roast s’mores
Around the campfire
And watch a cowboy brand their boots.
A souvenir of their stay.
To our first week of guess, and welcome to our second!