Petersen: A years worth of country living
January 2, 2017
A new year is upon us. In the country, the rhythms of crops and critters begin the New Year's cycle one more time. Politicians may holler expletives and blather promises; but without those who produce the food and fiber that support all life, the hotshots of the world would be up a creek without the proverbial paddle.
"The farmer has to be an optimist or he wouldn't still be a farmer."
"Farming looks mighty easy when your plow is a pencil, and you're a thousand miles from the cornfield."
“Ear-ing down a snorty bronc and getting set to brand, finding strays and feeding bums and fencing ‘cross the land.”
-President Dwight D. Eisenhower
"An industry that feeds you is an industry worth fighting for."
"Why do farmers farm? Love. They must do it for love."
"My Grandfather used to say that once in your life you need a doctor, a lawyer, a policeman and a preacher. But every day, three times a day, you need a farmer."
COUNTRY LIFE — A TO Z
Agriculture's country rhythms city folk don't know
Blatting lambs and bawling calves and colts that whicker low
Counting critters, checking heifers, calving out the cows
Dally ropes and playful doggies, time to farrow sows
Ear-ing down a snorty bronc and getting set to brand
Finding strays and feeding bums and fencing 'cross the land
Grasses, grains, and gardens flourish — rich with food to eat
Hay and horses, hens and eggs, and bees make honey sweet
Irrigating, shoveling mud and hauling heavy dams
Jug the ewes in early spring; assist the birth of lambs
Kittens mew in plaintive voices in the milking barn
Lambs grow fat and ewes grow wool to make the fine-spun yarn
Mow the hay and harvest grain in summer until fall
Nestled calf behind a bush awaits his mamma's call
Oysters cut from scared bull calves sure make a gourmet treat
Powder River, let 'er buck! The cowboy keeps his seat?
Quarter horses, Appaloose, Mustangs in the West
Riding ranges, rural fun; the country is the best
Sheep are trailed to mountain grass; coyotes stalk a lunch
Trail the woolies home in fall; the bucks now join the bunch
Underwear beneath his Wranglers warm a puncher's hide
Vegetation chokes the coulees where the cowboys ride
Wild and woolly, full o' fleas and when the work's all done
X the dates till Christmas comes; the days grow short of sun
Yoke the teams when snow is deep; the livestock must be fed
Zany fun at New Year's dance; oh how this year has sped!❖