Roundup on the Frontier
Every cowboy knows the importance of gathering strength before the storm.
On rugged trails where wild winds sweep,
A mule named Jasper knew his keep.
With steady gait and knowing eye,
He wandered paths where cowboys lie.
His pack was heavy, the trail was steep,
While restless cowhands raced, half-asleep.
But Jasper paused, a dusty sage,
For wisdom whispered through his age.
Through thorny brush and rocky spire,
He’d halt the rush with calm desire.
When tempests brewed and lightning flashed,
His muleish heart remained steadfast.
So cowboys learned from old Jaspers way,
To heed the signs when skies turned gray.
For in the quiet, beneath the bluster,
The mule who knew better led to muster.
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