The road through the ranch was only two ruts in the prairie grass,
gates and windmills the main sights to see,
weaving and winding through the hills of sand,
forced to find routes,
avoiding the valleys and hills so high,
scaring deer out of thickets of wild pear,
and chokecherries,
checking fences and water levels in the stock tanks,
one of my favorite routes I have ever driven,
now only a memory.
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