Last on the road the cowboy careless swings
Leading tamed cattle in their tending strings
With shining tin to keep his dinner warm
Swung at his back or tucked beneath his arm
Whose sun-burnt skin & cheeks chuffed out with fat
Are dyed as rusty as his napless hat
& others driving loose their herds at will
Are now heard whooping up the pasture-hill
Peeled sticks they bear of hazel or of ash
The rib-marked hides of restless cows to thrash
In sloven garb appears each bawling boy
As fit & suiting to his rude employ
#poetry #environment
#honesty
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