Overview Of A Ranchers Day Poem by Selina Gurgacz

As the sun rises in the east,
We are ready for a brand new day,
No meal is ever a feast,
Take time to sit and pray.

The animals begin to wake,
And we head out and dirty our pants,
A hard life, never to fake,
No time ever to dance.

The day is long and tiring,
But a lot of work is done,
The dirty clothes hanging up drying,
Whilst the dogs like to go for a run.

We never drink any beer,
And we don't say we're the best,
The end of our day draws near,
As the sun sets in the west.

(c) Selina Gurgacz 2009