While riding through the arid West, came upon an oasis, quite picturesque. Gentle rolling hills with tall shade trees, grassy green meadows and a mild breeze.
Water ponds fed by a rippling brook, I knew it was home with my first look. How was it this place had come to be, in the midst of this desert? A mystery.
Started thinking of what I'd call this spread, knew it would graze at least two hundred head. Came upon four wide-of-the-mark buckaroos, and they all were wearing curious shoes.
We talked of this spread and what it's about, and I sure felt stupid there's no doubt. But one thing I did come to understand. A golf course is a waste of good pastureland!
-David J. Dague- Copyright 2001
6 posted on 05/30/2005 10:41:36 PM PDT by JustAmy
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