That Old Cow
That old cow you see right there
Well she ain’t much to look at now.
She’s skin and bones and walks with a limp
Her glory days have come and gone.
But look beyond the bony frame
The toll from miles out on the range.
Look past the aged and crippled gait
That slowly traverses one last trail.
To years gone by when she was new.
A favored one, the chosen few.
She’s raised some beautiful calves to date –
Some you’ve sold and some replaced
Other old cows.
She’s paid your bills and fed your kids,
Given you a laugh or two.
So when the cull truck comes a calling
Just like they always have to do,
Remember that old cow
And all she gave to you…
And when the taillights fade away
I might have to wipe one tear away
for That Old Cow.
This poem was written by a fellow ranch wife: Jennifer Ackley and I thank her much for allowing me to share it.