THE RANCHER'S NEW COMPUTER

                           

  After riding through the plains,  
   the tumbleweeds and sage,  
   he'd come back home and ride into  
   the new computer age.  

   He entered his computer  
   and the rancher felt the same  
   as Lewis and Clark must have felt  
   while crossing western plains.  

   The rancher, like the two of them,  
  rode through the vast unknown,  
  to find a strange and distant range  
  a million miles from home.  

 

 Alone, uncertain, hesitant,  
  he fought his own "Star Wars".  
  He crossed into a surreal world  
  as alien as Mars.  

   Exaggerated? "No", he'd say,  
 "In essence it's quite  true. 
  It's like a science fiction book 
  the things this box can do." 

                       Bette Wolf Duncan 
                        
copyright 1998 

                                                                           

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