Roundup

Cowboy riding herd on the prairie, A man of tough and rugged degree, Most private and independent soul, One of a kind from a unique mold. Drifting along on his faithful steed, As cloven hooves drum the barren ground, Success is never guaranteed, When beat is heard by foes all around. The weather weighs heavy on his mind, Fears the northerly wind’s mournful whine, And fast rolling of the tumbleweed, Might spook the edgy herd to stampede. Days in the saddle takes heavy toll, Singing ballads to boost his morale, He’s determined to keep control, ‘Til herd is safe in the old corral.