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Show I got up this morning 'twas twenty below, No sheep, no horse, nothing but snow. I drank some coffee then lit out afoot, To find the sheep that didn't stay put. I walked for miles both cold and wet, But I just kept thinking, I'll find them yet. The more I hunted, the colder I got, I stopped to think, is it worth it or not? I finally found some, I did my best, I thought I'll go to camp and to hell with the rest. I thought all the way back, how good it would be, To get dry and warm and have some hot coffee. I sure was discouraged when I got here and found, That my little old tent had blown to the ground. I worked real fast and got it fixed back right, Tried to build a fire, but my matches wouldn't light. They had all gotten wet like the rest of the stuff, How glad I was to be real tough. Finally, in the pocket of an old dirty shirt, I found one little match that wasn't too badly hurt. With the utmost of care and a little wet wood, I started a fire that I didn't think I could. It sure feels good to be getting a little warm, But I still wish that I was back on my Papa's farm. I'll sure have troubles with my boss When I tell him he's had an awful loss. Now, you see, fellers, what I've been through, This all happened in one day and every word of it is true. If you see my boss, tell him right away That I'd like to be back on the Trying J.' Jon Pentz Cowboy Poetry From Utah 121 |