Dreaming Again

From the old rockin’ chair came the sound of his snores that rattled the windows and vibrated the doors She looked o’er her glasses but kept counting her stitch as she watched his feet jerk and his hands start to twitch She knew he was dreaming ‘bout them places he’d been Was out riding the grass cross the highline again She’d heard all his stories knows most of them are true Been little on the range that her cowboy didn’t do He had grown a fine herd carved a ranch out of rock Raised a passel of kids that now care for the stock Fought many harsh winters to keep his dream alive Spent countless holidays out on some cattle drive Had fought wolves, drought, and fire blizzards and flooding rain Busted broncs and some bones not once did he complain Always managed to find a bit extra to give He had paid well his dues for this good life they live Always held his head high through those sorrows and pain Said if he had a do-over he’d do it that way again