Oh, it’s all very well to write reviews,
and carry umbrellas and keep dry shoes.
To say what everyone’s saying there,
and wear what everyone else must wear,
but tonight I’m sick of the whole affair,
I want free life and I want fresh air.

I want free life and I want fresh air;
And I long for the gallop after the cattle,
In their frantic flight, like the roar of battle,
The mêlée of horns, and hoofs, and heads
That wars and wrangles and scatters and spreads–
The green beneath and the blue above,
And dash and danger, and life and love –
–and Lasca!

Lasca used to ride
On a mouse-gray mustang close to my side,
With blue serapé and bright-belled spur;
I laughed with joy as I looked at her!

(there ya go, cjm –a smidgen of old cowboy poem “Lasca” by old cowboy Frank Desperez, around 1880. “Lasca” as in “Alaska”. See whole thing here.)