Spinning Gravel

January 19, 2009 by admin 6 Comments

Nine miles down a gravel road,
Is a place that we call home.
Where we live and laugh and love;
Where the grass grows tall and green.

Nine miles down a gravel road,
Is a place that we call home.
The river and wind flow through it,
The skies are clear; the air is clean.

Nine miles down a gravel road,
Is a place that we call home.
Summer smells of fresh cut hay;
Of sun and wind and beef.

Nine miles down a gravel road,
Is a place that we call home.
Where the cattle are fat, the horses abound;
Where family comes first.

Nine miles down a gravel road,
Is a place that we call home.
Where there’s a house on hill;
That welcomes the rancher and his family.

Nine miles down a gravel road…