Well we’ve put the buckaroo crew through the wringer,
Days of rain and heat, moving cattle who would rather linger,
Longs days, starting with the dawn, ending with the dusk,
We’re damn lucky they’ve stayed on, and haven’t tried to quit us,
Cause without their help not much would get done,
And they sure make the days a lot more fun.
Poem and photo by CATTLE Mag poet-in-residence Annie Mackenzie
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