Brandin
Brandin
I's jist gots back frum Y-OM_UN
An wents ta sees ma son un 'is wife
Thay war waitin fur a call ta goes helps a frien
An thays jist throwed me un.
Ut war un tha Kansas plains
Un thay war a brandin that day
I's jist watch-uz frum ma chair
I's uses a cane, taint fair.
I's jist sits un watch-uz
What all's thays done
Un 'long cums a butterfly
Un I's jist hops un.
Ut takes me fur north
Ta er ol' rench'
Un we's war busy
Brandin that day.
I's seed ma kids
Wrestlin calves ta tha groun
Stan war a brandin
Whiles I's lens a han.
Thays poks um un prods um
Un than thays brans
Un than ut's time fer tha man
With tha knife un his han.
Un Maw 'er war a cookin'
Ta feeds all a tha folks
A brandin's a big thin
So's we's all jist goes.
We's never runs short a help
Cause that air er breed
It war tha same ez ut war
Back un l850.
Wen we's war done
Un thays begans ta pairs
We's jist op-uns tha gate
Un thays un thays own frum thar.
Ma daughter-un-law
Done slaps me's un tha back
"Wal Pa,"sez 'er
"Air youse with us er un Souse Dakotie?"
I's has ta 'mits
I's war back thar
But I's 'justed
Un I's kin makes er frum 'ere
Thins ain't tha same
Ez war way back than
But I's keeps all a tha mem-or-ies
Un re-lives um a'gin.
Cile Beer
Copyright © Marycile Beer | Year Posted 2007
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