The old lady drove her Ute
Slowly behind the steers
They had done their work
As escorts; yes; volunteers
The truck had left at last
Taking the younger cattle
These two; like farm dogs
Had saved her half the battle
They knew their way home
Were taking their sweet time
Having done their easy job
Of driving the younger kine
What better way to drive the herd?
Than to lead them to the bend
Following behind their elders
Escorted by their 'loving' friends
Point Sturt, South Australia
September 2017
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