The Old Ranch

"THE OLD RANCH." UNES SUGGESTED BY A PHOTO OF THE "OLD HOME?" (For the Improvement Era.) The green grass waves like the ocean deep, On the ranch by the San Antone; The tall trees watch, the bright stars peep, O'er the ranch by the San Antone; In the spring time sweet, or in winter's snow, With every breath of the winds that blow The cotton trees sway in the sunset's glow On the ranch by the San Antone. Old Pinion hills and the level plain, Near the ranch on the San Antone, With evergreen pines and the yellow grain By the ranch on the San Antone; The old log barn choke-full of hay, The mow so big, where the children play From the early morn to end of day. On the ranch by the San Antone. The wild rose bush and the daisies' bed Dot the ranch by the San Antone, The buttercup early puts forth its head On the ranch by the San Antone; The lilies float near the banks of the stream. With their tender stems and petals of cream 'Tis here the Fairy Queen comes to dream, In her home by the San Antone. No place in all this wide world to me Like the ranch by the San Antone; 'Tis there my soul is ever free. On the ranch by the San Antone. My soul finds rest in the ceaseless song Of the river deep, as it rolls along; The flowers and the trees and the ceaseless song, On the ranch by the San Antone. Salt Lake City, Utah. Mathonihah Thomas.