I am no farmer
Living on the land
But I love the sight of cattle
A bull taking a stand
I have no tractor
Or paddocks to till
But I love the smell of cows
Mud up on the hill
I have no shotgun
Motorbike and Ute
But I love the hardened country
Dusty winding route
I have no sheep herd
Leather on my hand
But I love the thought of hard work
Skin that’s cracked and tanned
