⠀⠀⠀⠀Orders for the day have us out along the north fence.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Camping out overnight, then back along the east ridge.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Morning skies look like weather’ll have a fair chance
⠀⠀⠀⠀at kicking up a storm before we reach home. Our ranch
⠀⠀⠀⠀saddles race ready, rested and fed. They smell the rain
⠀⠀⠀⠀in the breeze through flying manes. How best to quench
⠀⠀⠀⠀their appetites for change? The practiced hand’s say
⠀⠀⠀⠀pairs experience with enthusiasm. True poet at heart,
⠀⠀⠀⠀our head rider lets his mount lead out, open and free.