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  By Josh - 1st Grade
 Dog's chase hog's
 hogs eat slop.
 They both chase frogs
 and then they pop.
 
 Dogs rock the house
 hogs rock the sty.
 The cat chases the mouse
 and the hog falls in a cow pie.
 
 The bees are in a hive
 they like to jive and swim.
 They all quit at five
 and all head for the gym.
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 The Cowboy Rides
 by Logan - 2nd Grade
 A Cowboy rides the range
 he takes the cattle left and right.
 His luck will never change
 riding in the lonely night.
 
 When he gets home in the night
 some coffee is in his cup.
 He can not believe what a sight
 he is think about sun up.
 
 It's morning now he knows,
 what to do, the sun is up and bright.
 He jumps on his horse and shouts, "Yahoo!"
 Now he starts the fight.
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 My Old Dog
 By Austin - 3rd Grade
 
 My dog eats like a hog.
 He chases rabbits all day long.
 He chases frogs in the fog,
 and barks his little song.
 
 He chases armadillo
 and jogs like a hog.
 Then lays on a pillow
 he closes his eye's like a grog.
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 by Ky - 4th Grade
 
 There was once a lonely dog
 he had no friends at all.
 Soon he met a lonely frog,
 about in the middle of fall.
 
 They got stuck in the fog,
 when they couldn't see anything at all.
 They weren't expecting to run into a big brown hog,
 that happened to be ten feet tall.
 
 They wanted to listen to the tune,
 just to have a little fun.
 About in the middle of June,
 when they noticed they had to run.
 
 There was a rolling log
 in the middle of the afternoon.
 They didn't want their clothes to sog,
 just hot in the middle of June.
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 Yahoo
 by Amy - 5th Grade
 
 Saddle up your broom-tail,
 buckle your spurs and let's run.
 Those clouds are full of hail,
 hurry your herd and get done!
 
 The prairie is dark and foggy,
 the cows are marking us late.
 Horses are wet and soggy,
 we kicked the cows through the gate.
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 The Tagger
 by Whit - 6th Grade
 
 In spring you've got a fresh start,
 calves run wild and free.
 Riding checking for calves is my part,
 tagging a calf is a chasing spree.
 
 Oh don't get me started on that;
 there are those bad ones that none can tag.
 Grab the tagger and jam down your hat,
 take a look at that old barf bag.
 
 Now me and my horse come in,
 soon dizzy, he grabs the calf.
 Snot clings to the heifers wet chin,
 in the middle, I try not to laugh.
 
 The tagger snaps and the calf gives a bawl,
 the heifer's wild now more than before.
 Back and forth the cow and calf call,
 the calf jumps up and heads for the door.
 
 Everything turned out to be okay with the wicked thing,
 I can't wait until next time.
 All the excitement tagging a calf can bring,
 That's the life of a true cowboy - all written in rhyme.
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 by Joey - 7th Grade
 
 The horses take at early dawn.
 The cattle are far away.
 The cowboys wrangle on dusty lawns,
 it is branding day.
 
 Calves coming in some dust,
 the calves let out a cry.
 Then hold them down you really must,
 their hair's about to fry.
 
 Ropers continue catching calf hocks.
 Then we drop them on the floor.
 Then we grab irons from the heat box,
 the calves then wriggle ten times more than before.
 
 The last calf comes through the gate,
 the crew is bruised and beat.
 A big BBQ dinner we just can't wait,
 to bite in to that juicy meat.
 
 The job is done,
 success at last.
 We finally won.
 The time has past.
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by Justin - 8th Grade

As we went hunting one day
out in the morning light.
We might not see anything today so I hope and pray,
before we turn off the truck I see a bird flying as high as a kite.

As I pull up my gun
all you hear is boom.
I am having lots of fun,
cause all these birds are doomed.

As we headed back to the truck,
my dad hears another boom.
He said we had a lot of luck
then we went home and I went to sleep in my room.
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Mandy - 9th Grade

Out on the water
in the Missouri River Breaks.
You see sagebrush and slaughter,
birds, bugs and snakes.

An old, abandoned homestead
sits alone on the ridge.
Caught by flames, orange and red
with a sarsaparilla still in the fridge.

The water rolls by
as the clouds turn dark gray
no more birds in the sky
time for the big storm to play.

After the rain and wind is over,
the cattle all come back.
And a man who is the drover
trails them, leaving nothing to lack.
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by Shorty - 10th Grade

Good, better, best.
Never let it rest.
Until your good is better,
and your better is best.

Then when you are at home,
and are all alone,
when others can't see
you have outdone.

The pain, anger, and tears,
outdoing all of your fears.
Knowing it all has been worth it
all of the years.

Soon people will see,
all that you will achieve,
they will know the truth,
just stand strong and believe.
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The Wind
by Melissa - 11th Grade

Back and forth
up and down.
South and north
all around.

East and west
it does blow.
Which way is best
only he knows.

In the air
it makes the dirt fly.
In my hair
knots it does tie.

Round and round
everything flies.
Till it falls to the ground
and the wind dies.
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Abby Lou
By Katie - 12th Grade

Abby, there once was a dog
although it was told she didn't eat like a hog.
It was quite a sight to see her eat
for she would delicately pick through her meat.

On a very hot summer day,
Abby you could find in the shade.
Or in the hole dug down deep in the dirt,
although she never shirked her work.

She was a cow dog after all,
you would never find her at dog mall.
Her favorite thing was to guard,
everyone in the yard.

No one was ever in harm,
under the rule of her arm.
I don't know what we would do,
without our guard dog, Abby Lou.
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