Faster horses
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I sure don't profess to be a poet or anything close to it, but I do have a little fun with poetry now and then. My dad always said lines that rhymed and I guess I do too, at times.
I wrote the following about our night calver, who has a day job. He loves cattle and comes at midnight, makes a couple of checks, sleeps in between times in our warm room (in the barn), comes in for breakfast and goes to his day job. He is really dedicated and we are so lucky to have him. He rides horseback through the cows every check. We don't have much trouble, except for weather. Of course the emphasis is on the heifers. He liked the poem so I am sharing it here.
The Night Calver
He rolls into the ranch about midnight
Come rain, or sleet or snow.
With a 10-hour job behind him
He's had a short nap and is ready to go.
The colt's jumpy as heck on his first check
But practice makes perfect they say;
He'll travel this path in the darkness
Many times, before light of day.
Each trip tells a different story
Of weather and cattle at night.
He's looking to see if there's trouble;
The boss trusts him to keep all things right.
It isn't a job for just anyone.
It's something not learned overnight.
But he's given his whole life to it;
And works at it with all of his might.
The struggles happen often,
Whether calves die or they live~
He's alone with God and the knowledge
That they're saved because of what he can give.
He doesn't do it for money,
And certainly not for fame.
It's that cattle are his second nature
And it 's all about what keeps him sane!
I wrote the following about our night calver, who has a day job. He loves cattle and comes at midnight, makes a couple of checks, sleeps in between times in our warm room (in the barn), comes in for breakfast and goes to his day job. He is really dedicated and we are so lucky to have him. He rides horseback through the cows every check. We don't have much trouble, except for weather. Of course the emphasis is on the heifers. He liked the poem so I am sharing it here.
The Night Calver
He rolls into the ranch about midnight
Come rain, or sleet or snow.
With a 10-hour job behind him
He's had a short nap and is ready to go.
The colt's jumpy as heck on his first check
But practice makes perfect they say;
He'll travel this path in the darkness
Many times, before light of day.
Each trip tells a different story
Of weather and cattle at night.
He's looking to see if there's trouble;
The boss trusts him to keep all things right.
It isn't a job for just anyone.
It's something not learned overnight.
But he's given his whole life to it;
And works at it with all of his might.
The struggles happen often,
Whether calves die or they live~
He's alone with God and the knowledge
That they're saved because of what he can give.
He doesn't do it for money,
And certainly not for fame.
It's that cattle are his second nature
And it 's all about what keeps him sane!
