Spoken-word introduction followed by an old-time radio cowboy song. Sweetest Little Rose In Tennessee: I watched the sunset form every second. Something new and startling appeared to melt into the beauty of all the clouds. Dark and light shadows, midst a landscape with sleepy eyes in the touch of a thousand winds, meeting to tell the day farewell into the sunset. It sometimes seemed as though from the dying day, all its beauty had been accumulated or extracted, and then lavishly poured into the elements that so mysteriously and wonderfully made up that sunset. Buried in beauty are the heartaches and hungers and strivings of us all. Our sunsets, which the world looks at so admiringly, ever dreaming. The trail of details is in each ray of light. Who does not see his own soul in every sunset? But just now, the Kingwood Kowboy and his Ranch Hands see their guests coming down the old trail to the Ranch. Let us join them and listen as the Ranch Boys sing one of their favorite songs. --- Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/larry-w-jones/support