Smoke in the air,
shade of this oak and sycamore
sixty years ago,
I pushed calves
to the iron roper:
pivoting table, rope and pulley
for vaccination, castration,
swallowfork and a brand
before they got big—
fifty head,
two men and a boy
in a short morning.
A counter-intuitive art
staying close
to save your shins,
yet keep the shit
on your jeans
to a minimum—
good practice
for a kid on the way
to become a man.
drycrikjournal 
Now there’s a metaphor for life!
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Male or female, I agree.
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Beautiful, from both ends of the spectrum
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