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Show BADGER-THE ZEBRA DUN MULE Homp and I rode in to Rush Lake one sunny April day I really don't remember, it could have been in May. We'd been out about a week now on a lazy riding shift Gathering up the wanderers we called the "Winter Drift." There are cows that's like some humans, not contented anywhere The grass is always better if it's somewhere "over there." Or they drift before a blizzard that howls across the range And drives them helter-skelter to places far and strange. So when the winter's over and the grass is coming through The strays are being "rode fur" before the calves are due. We'd been down on the desert and gathered up some there And clear up south to Iron Springs, in fact 'most everywhere. Came up from Lone Trees' water hole then circled to the Pass Cut back to "noon" at Rush Lake and checked the Bracken Pasture grass. 110 Cowboy Poetry From Utah |