El Rancho Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

The sun breaks through the trees
landing on the tan dirt under my feet
I inhale deeply to taste the air
Goats wrestle around the hills
as they talk amongst themselves
Men on horses climb
up and down the hills
overseeing their herds
of sheep and cattle
A gunshot violently enters
my ear canal and keeps
on repeating
I turn to walk inside
as the dogs begin to bark
One being a silvery-brown
pitbull and the other is a
golden retriever-colored
herding dog
They were running after
a goat but I didn't know this
yet until I heard the screaming of it
The dogs went full on after it
cornered it until my friend
went after them and came back with
a goat that he was holding by the horns
Farm life is cool and simple at the El Rancho