Spring is here. The trees are in blossom and everything is getting green and beautiful. It is such a pleasant sight to look out the window and watch the animals grazing in the pasture. It reminds me of a poem my father wrote in 1974:
Last Year’s Pups
By Ernie Hartnagle
Last year’s pups are working now
Getting static from mother cow.
And some others earn their keep
Movin baby lambs and sheep.
