Mike's Meadow Muffins October 25th, 2010
The fall gather is prit near over,
I got most the cattle in.
The wind has changes her direction,
and my coat starts feelin' thin.
A dozen cows and calves to find,
and six bulls holed up somewhere.
The mercury is falling fast,
the smell of winter is in the air.
I'll head for home this evening,
dig out the winter clothes I'm lackin',
I'll fort up 'till this storm blows out,
and leaves me some snow for trackin'.