That fall, as the pasture grass grew thin,
I climbed to the hay mow and threw down the bales.
My husband knew then he was on his last fall-
No doubt he was already thinking of sales!
Our prairie may not have beautiful rocks
But it serves very well for our cows.
Every year, though, came decisions to make:
Keep the cattle or just the two sows?
More often than not the thin little stream
Had dried up before September.
But that year the weather left the pond intact
And one scene I’II always remember.
Two big blue herons lived not far away;
Our safe little pond was nearby.
So they brought their youngster to our waterhole
To teach it to swim! It could fly! 
