Copyright ©2004 Cow Camp Missy

Belly deep in thick black muck, oh, yes, that's right
And to our ankles in it, and we are horseback through the night.

Some cried out for Mama, a couple more said "Yeah!"
Me, I just waited . . .my horse, he wanted hay.

He quickly took the shortest route, and right to harder ground
From the ridge I watched in awe, as the rest sank deeper down.

The swamps freeze up in winter, but now it's just a mess.
Mud belly-deep and sinking fast but then, I must confess . . .

For a second I was thinking, "Gee,it really is a pity
That I traded days in muck like this for clean life in the city!"

Cow Camp Missy