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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
THE OLD RANCH HOUSE
Joel T. Bailey
On the plains is an old ranch house
Where no one lives anymore
The roof has started to sag
And theres no hinges on the door
Wind blows thru broken windows
The floor is covered with dust
The old water trough is empty
The pump now coated with rust
Tumbleweeds of many sizes
Lie beside the front porch rail
Mesquite and sage now covers
The ranch's long forgotten trail
Gone are the shouts and laughter
Of the cowboys who worked here
The old house is all that remains
Of this place they held dear
They came here for the freedom
To live the way of life they chose
For the call of the open range
Is something only a cowboy knows
The old ranch house is falling in
The old cowboys have gone away
But the spirit for what they started
Still lives in the cowboy today
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