Prayer for a Stockdog May your eyes always see the stock May your ears always hear the pounding of hooves May your legs carry you swiftly and silently on your chosen course
May the wind always blow your way And the rain be cooling and soft Let the dust be the dust of hope And the faith of your heart May the burrs stay where they belong And the stupid calves know where their mama is And the back of the pickup always be safe Let the kicks be high And the grips proper And your pups make you proud May the grass be sweet to lay in And the water trough be cool And the kibble be on time Let your handler know the stock And keep his temper cool Especially when you can’t And most of all, at the end of day May you hear the words of love, the words of your life “That’ll do, boy.”
Bill Gary June 2002 ã Bill Gary 2002
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