Originally published for visitroundup.com
Roundup, I love you when the morning sun
Rises in splendor from the dark Bull Hills.
I love you when the day is done
When in the West the sunset flaming spills
Its breathless beauty bathing forest, field and hills
With molten gold, slow fading into night.
I love you when the sun is at high noon,
When cars drag Main like antelopes in flight.
I love you when the day's work is through.
My neighbors are out for their evening walk.
Home is the last tired evening tower crew.
Laughter I hear and also pleasant talk.
I love you for the quiet and the peace
That each days happy ending brings
And pray this time will never cease.
Why is it that my heart forever clings
To memories of places, faces that are dear
Down old familiar streets and paths I roam
And find that ever always I am led
To Roundup, my love, I am home.