At
sundown, when the day has fled,
The sun has found the west,
And
homeward come the bossy cows,
I like that hour the best.
To
see them crowding, pushing home,
To hear the clanging bell,
To
know that they are home again,
O yes, I like it well!
To
see them sheltered for the night
To know they all are nigh;
I
like to see my cows come home,
Beef is so awfully high.
Aug.
31, 1904
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