Riding Fence

Riding Fence: By Terry Thomas

The puncher was riding fence

As winter was setting in

All day and into the night

He faced the cold, cold  wind

He came across a place

Where the wire was on the ground

And by the tracks that laid before him

He knew that the cattle were around

With pliers in his hand and

With the help of his best friend

The horse stretched the barb

And the cowboy made the mend

He was so proud of his work

Although the labor had been intense

He then turned to his horse and said

Were on the wrong side of the fence