BELLY DEEP
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