GARY ROBERTSON: Home
Academy of Western Artists
has been awarded the
Buck Ramsey Cowboy Poetry Award 2016
A BEACON IN THE DARK
I pulled my pick-up off the two lane
Got out to tend the gate.
The sun had set two hour ago,
I was getting’ home real late.
The night was clear as crystal,
Cracklin’ cold, ‘n oh so still,
‘N I looked out ‘cross the pasture,
saw the house up on the hill.
Warm light spilled out the windows,
It was a beacon in the dark.
I stood ‘n smiled, contentedly
‘N a rush come to my heart.
See, I had spent my youth a single man,
Swore I’d always live that way.
Didn’t mind the lonesome hours,
‘R the workin’ fer short pay.
But now I’ve got a wife ‘n son
They’ve changed my life fer good.
‘N to see that house lit-up with light’
Just stopped me where I stood.
Well, I took an extra moment,
Leaned against the truck,
Stared off at that distant glow,
‘N, just marveled at my luck.
Oh, there’s many ways to measure riches.
There’s money, gold, ’n land,
But that warm glow, on a cold dark night
Let me know how rich I am.