You see the sign and smell their cud
hanging low in the open
where they have laid, grass blades
pressed exchanging thoughts
and gossiping while fat calves slept
with dreams of more of the same:
no clutter of ambition or greed
living in the moment—
easily startled by those who don’t.
Gentle families: mothers, daughters
grandmothers grow to know you
over a lifetime, learn to read
your eyes, your mind—some
more curious than others
makes you wonder.
drycrikjournal 
Love it! And I like seeing the green grass.
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Thanks John for the memory. In an island of dry in our irrigated pasture along South Fork a big bushy Live Oak had finally leaned over a bit too far to allow the Jeep to fit under it, so I fell it to the ground and began sawing up the trunk, much like your photo in “Native Cattle”. I’d focused on the sawing for a while and then glanced up at the bushy limbs to be startled by 20 or 30 steers gathered around munching away on the Live Oak leaves, oblivious to me or the noise of chain saw. I continued sawing, they continued munching.
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