Cattle March

The cattleman call “c’me’er c’me’er”

Voice ringing out for all to hear

Like Field commander assembling the band

The horse hooves like snare drums take up the strand

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The cattle out grazing look up to the call

The know they must travel each winter and fall

At first- a resistance! “Why leave this fair field?”

But soon to the snare drums a few finally yield

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With steady hooves beating across the terrain

The Bovinic brasses begin their refrain

With mellophone murmurs of ambling cattle

And baritone bellows of bulls full of prattle

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The calves all the while go running around

Their high little voices like piccolos sound

Running and wand’ring no cares in the world

Reminded by snare hooves to stay with the herd

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Long down the trail the ensemble curls

Kicking up dust in golden-brown swirls

Like marching flag wavers with color-guard pride

Marching and murmuring without breaking stride.

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A long day of the travel the sun begins setting

The snare drums of horse hooves finally letting

The weary ensemble know they had arrived

To the fresh greener pasture to which they had strived

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The cattle now grazing, the horses well tended

The cattleman watches them quiet contented

He listens a moment then raises a hand

Like field commander dismissing the band