Ranchers Don’t Wear Crowns
by Sarah Jane Abatti
Ranchers don’t wear
crowns.
They have collections
of expensive boots and free hats.
They have a good dog
and far too many barn cats.
But, ranchers just
don’t wear crowns.
Ranchers don’t have
thrones.
They pitch hay and
truck feed to mama cows.
They use a brand new
tractor to pull granddad’s plow.
But, ranchers just
don’t have thrones.
Ranchers don’t live
in castles.
They live on the back
forty, by creeks and rusty fence lines.
They’re from the
Flint Hills of Kansas and the East Texas pines.
But, ranchers just
don’t live in castles.
Ranchers don’t have
castles, or thrones, or crowns.
Kings and queens of
the prairie, wearing blue jeans, not gowns.
Royalty of the
mountains, the grasslands, and the plains.
They don’t do it for
the fortune. They aren’t in it for the fame.
With cows and grass,
they turn water to wine.
They grow the food
that feeds families like yours and like mine.
Although they deserve
a curtsy or a bow, I’m sure a handshake will do.
Not a crown, nor a
throne. Not even a castle. Just a simple, “Thank You”.