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Show he does not memorize or recite his own poems but prefers to read them. Currently, at the prompting of friends and family, Vern is in the process of compiling a collection of his stories and reminiscences. WHEN SPRING WORK IS FINISHED Spring work is almost finished and I feel I've done my bit, I've dug two miles of ditches and hauled a hundred loads of I've disced and drilled and harrowed and cultivated too, And rose a bucking sulky plow till my is black and blue. I've harnessed up my horses in the chilly light of dawn And pulled the harness off 'em when the sun was down and gone. I've roped, dehorned, and branded to get the cattle on the range, Till where I sit the saddle I've got 'gum boils' for a change. There's several other little things 'fore spring work is really through. There's shearing, lambing, docking, and the wool to haul out too. There's another little matter of a well I've got to dig, With a tiny little reservoir that needn't be too big. I'll string a quarter mile offence out toward the setting sun. When I get these few things tended to, spring work is nearly done. Then I'll trail the sheep to Dry Lakes where I'll sit me on my And gaze with soulful admiration at the green and waving grass. 108 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |