"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.

Guy