March came in like a lion and left the door open.
It’s blowed like a banshee for weeks.
I saddle and ride like some kind of robot.
She builds up a temper and shrieks.
The constant thrumming that grates on my skin
And pulls on my collar and coat.
Like an EPA leech that’s hooked to my lungs
And blowin’ its breath down my throat.
I squint through the haze for a sign of the bunch.
I’m s’posed to be checkin’ the stock.
But great herds of sagebrush stampede through the dust
And often a cow is a rock.
My patience wears thin and my horse bears the brunt
Of frustration rubbin’ me raw.
I’ve ground my poor teeth ‘til they’ve taken an edge.
My reins hand is stiff as a claw.
And there ain’t no relief in the bunkhouse at night.
It howls and the demons rave on.
It whistles and moans through the cracks in the wall
‘Til all hope of sleepin’ is gone
My ears ache like crazy. My hair even hurts.
The drumming plays on in my head.
It pounds until mornin’. It takes all my strength
To get up and git outta bed.
I’m dry as a mummy and I plan to get up, but
It’s easy to rationalize.
And the horses need fed and walked to the creek
So I clean the dirt from my eyes.
And walk to the door. I hear the wind knockin’,
I’m filled with a big dose of dread.
I sag in my boot tops, it’s miserable out
Ya know, I could braid rawhide instead
The boss ain’t comin’ for a couple more days, but
The code says a cowboy should ride.
Come hell or high water, but I think today
I’ll just be miserable…inside.❖
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