A FREE MAN He rises early, with the sun and knows he'll work till day is done, at building fence and stretching wire, and tending cattle to earn his hire. He ambles off when breakfast's through to see the sights that this day new has brought to him, and what a sight when sun has triumphed over night. The moon holds on, but starts to haze as east sky brightens with a blaze of brilliant orange and reds and yellow, sometimes it's good to be this fellow. But there is oh so much to do because these cows depend on you so off you go at breakneck speed to get them water, salt and feed. But why would one take on so much of dirty, thankless work and such? The pay's no good, the foreman's rough, but that's your job. A cowboy's tough. You work all day, no coffee breaks, and when night comes, your body aches as coyotes wail and night birds sing, you wouldn't swap for anything. You have the job you love to do it's not for everyone, but you have found the place you need to be here on the range, where man's still free. Bill Golden
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