"White faced cattle lowing, sagebrush everywhere
Granite spires are standing all around
I'll tell you folks it's heaven to go ridin' down the trail
Just to watch the desert sun go down"
from Riding Down the Canyon
as performed by Arlo Guthrie
As always when on the farm I went out to marvel
at the mismatched horns and coat palettes that
constitute Ralph's herd I did notice the Angus Black
seems to be disapperaing.
Again with a tip of my hat to Roy
(at roynaturelogbook see my links )
I have declared a Cow Day.
Dreams of Disarmament
Harry the great polled Charolais
swollen as the sin of pride,
heavy with muscle and vitality
counts his kingdom of one
way out in the far field.
He spares us only one baleful glare
for his thoughts are far away
down to the main corral where
Morely the half-pint Hereford
flashes his horns for an admiring throng.