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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=398602" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>It’s the second day that I visit</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s the second day that I visit<br>on the farm near Reivelo, <br>just past Vryburg.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They farm with cattle, goats, <br>a few sheep, muscovy ducks, turkeys<br>and chicken.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The scrambler bumps up and down<br>right through the field <br>and go past rocks and bushes, <br>while we drive along the rough field<br>and the hot wind<br>cut across my face<br>and there are places<br>where it cannot go.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s time to transform<br>young bulls to oxen, <br>to brand cattle<br>and to cut their horns <br>and I get a black stallion<br>to ride into the field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My cousin rides in front <br>with a brown Arabian mare<br>and there are bushes <br>and flat slabs of rock<br>and small hillocks that we past<br>to try and round up young cattle<br>to the corral.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It’s nice to be a cattle herder<br>for a time<br>and to use legs and heels<br>and reigns, <br>to round up cattle in the field.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Every thing goes well until<br>I chase a young black bull<br>just to the entrance of the fold, <br>where it stops stubbornly<br>and doesn’t want to move<br>a feet further.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I jump out of the saddle, <br>fasten the reigns<br>to a small branch<br>and rush to the obstinate bull.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It stands and snorting<br>and stamp its feet <br>and when it sees me, <br>it rushes confused<br>at the horse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That faithful horse stands firm<br>while the bulls horns swishes<br>onto the reigns <br>and the horse<br>stops that bull in its tracts, <br>that a piece of the bridle<br>breaks right off.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then I am at the bull<br>and pull the reigns<br>out of its horns<br>and it walks meek<br>into the corral, <br>while in astonishment<br>I stand and look at that animal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With a knee-strap<br>and pliers in the nose<br>we draw the bull to the ground<br>and when we shear it, <br>it moans like a heifer<br>and there’s a burning smell<br>that goes up from the branding iron<br>and I see the horns<br>dropp at my feet<br>and it’s another beast <br>when it stand on its feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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on the farm near Reivelo, 
just past Vryburg.

They farm with cattle, goats, 
a few sheep, muscovy ducks, turkeys
and chicken.

The scrambler bumps up and down
right through the field 
and go past rocks and bushe..."></div>
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