I don't hardly remember <br />but Mr Stricker says <br />the first time my dad <br /> <br />brought me and Colt over <br />to help on roundup <br />was when we was six. <br /> <br />It was a cold December day <br />and we wore hooded sweatshirts <br />and insulated overhauls <br /> <br />and we was about half froze <br />but we rode along side Mr Stricker all day <br />pushin cattle and goin after strays <br /> <br />and never embarrassed ourselves. <br />He said we did a man's job.<br /><br />Hanque O . . .<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regina-s-poems-021-and-every-year-since/
