By Wendy Brown-Barry
I never got the chance
To grow up on a ranch
But I sure would've liked the opportunity
To live and work around the wagon
'Til my rear was just a-draggin'
Livin' out upon the prairie wild and free.
But I grew up in another age
Far away from tumbleweeds and sage
Wishin' all the while that I would finally flee
To the big wide open spaces
Where there's lots of quiet places
Where a person can live simply and just be.
Just to live out on the range
Where things are slow to change
Livin' close to Mother Nature and its flow
There was no denyin'
And I had to keep on tryin'
To create a time and place for me to go.
I finally moved out of the city
Never feelin' any pity
To be leavin' that place I used to call my home
To Mariposa in the mountains
where the waterfalls like fountains
Gush from granite walls a-sprayin' foam.
Yosemite's its treasure
Sure gives folks a lot of pleasure
When they see its beauty and its majesty
From the Merced River flowin'
To the Big Trees where they're growin'
To the High Sierra camps in Toulumne.
I've seen them all and wandered
And felt no time was ever squandered
Explorin' this backyard that I call home
With a good horse underneath me
And my dogs along as company
In these mountains I don't ever feel not at home.
So it's here I'm going to stay
Until I'm old and gray
Can't imagine living any other place
Just a-livin' out my time
In this country so sublime
I've finally found the mountains... and my space.
© Copyright 2010 Wendy Brown-Barry
The Merced River
Wendy and Reno at Surprise Saddle
“A Good View”