Thanks to the Cowdogs
By Scott Mayfield
Beside a tall Oak tree standing
In the Oklahoma Hills
Is a small pack of dynamite
Waiting for his early morning thrills
No one knows where it comes from
Or how it came to be
That makes this littler helper
Such a sight to see
He gets up early waiting
On the man that calls his name
When the work seems long and hard
And the days are just the same
He lives to hear the calling
To the job he loves to do
For its cows, calves, and horses
Where each day is just like new
Some men call him the Cowdog
Some call him the hired hand
Some even say he’s a guardian
The protector of the land
It’s not just the teeth that makes him handy
Or his eyes that get it done
It’s the feeling in his belly
It’s his heart that makes it fun
From sun up, to sun down
He will always be around
Walking or running beside you
Listening for the sound
So when you gather in the spring time
Or round up in the fall
Give thanks to the Cowdogs
Who are waiting for your call
A contest entry
- Animal by Thoughts-of-Soloman.
1800 points, ended September 23, 2008, 20 entries
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The closest that I've seen to this kind of quality in an animal is with Sheepdogs here in the UK. So intelligent, eagerly devoted and indispensable to many sheep farmers.
As comes across in your poem, it is as if their very existence and pleasure, is perfectly tailored to do what they do, including the bond which they have with their master.
A wonderful and most enjoyable write.
Thank you muchly for it!
Sol
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nicely penned...I've raised blue heelers and know first hand the qualities of a good dog that you've mentioned above. A very enjoyable read.
Rory
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Thanks for your entry. Just wanted to check... so are you Scott Mayfield?
Will comment later.
Sol -
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I am Scott Mayfield
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Just watching out for you Scott, by checking that 'rsfarmsok' wasn't pinching credit from you.
Thanks for confirmation.
Sol
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