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Song to an old fiddle tune -When the drought breaks .

Don’t be a jerk!

Those prickly, stickery .

Each rock’s a page of history

Our tack room tells its tales .

The morning sun glittered in waves of pure gold on the creek bank that day long ago.

Buy our apples, our tomatoes, Our corn and our wheat,Our jelly and our bread, Our peppers and our meat.Put a real face on your food - Not some logo from afar.Know how your food was raised And who your growers are.

As the layered horizons reach up to the sky,In a tapestry woven by land,At the top is that high slender seam of the earth,The crest of that last ridge of hills.

Come away and ride with me.On our horses we will go.

How to Be BovineWatching cows is therapeutic.They move to a slower music.The bovine personality can help inspire serenity.Always drifting at their leisure,cows know how to take a breather to gaze out on a scene sublime.