Whisper Crossing Ranch Longhorn Stories Page

Once As A Cowgirl

As a cowgirl I once sat day-dreamin'
But, not about my cattle.
When suddenly I heard a voice say
"Move fast! Get outa yer saddle."

"Yes, Lord," I said, bein' quick to reply
And swung out onto one stirrup.
The drizzle and cold hung loose in the air
Falling to earth like syrup.

In the distance my favorite Longhorn cow
Lunged around like a critter gone wild.
But the closer I got, I began to see why
T'was a mother protecting her child.

And fairly close by, just biding his time
Reluctant to give up his place,
Almost lost in the soupy grey prairie fog
Merged a beautiful coyote face.

Quickly I ran to the cow in distress.
"Hey!" I yelled at the coyote, twice.
A newborn calf stood behind his dam,
His tail filled with crystals of ice.

The coyote moved off, but not very far.
My cow's eyes still following him.
"Come on little guy," I said to the calf.
"Your future here's lookin' grim."

I carried and coaxed the calf to my stable.
Rubbed him dry in a nice warm horse stall.
Hungry, for he had surely not nursed,
The new baby started to bawl.

It took over three hours for my cow to move
Once convinced the coyote was gone.
She searched for the calf she thought was lost
But now the race was on.

Bribing with treats, reluctant she followed
As I led the long way to the stable.
She walked head down, already in grief.
That Longhorns feel pain is no fable.

We walked through the big door. I closed it behind
And placed the treats in the stall.
Still moping and sad, my cow saw the food,
Was not interested in it at all.

The calf in the corner kept looking around,
Away from his mother's sight.
Slow and obedient, the cow walked along
Struggling with all of her might.

One foot on the threshold, she lifted her gaze.
The lost had been found. It was he!
But before she moved in to her calf,
She looked over her shoulder at me.

Her obvious thank you was simple and pure,
Wordless gratitude, sincere and true.
The language of looks from incredible eyes
As only a Longhorn can do.

Then as she cooed to her four hour old calf,
I wiped rivers of tears from my face
This cowgirl thanked God for saving my calf
Through His boundless Mercy and Grace.