About Terri Licking
Battle of Wills
Calving is one of a rancher's busiest times;
every calf saved means a few extra dimes.
So when the husband storms in saying one has died,
and the cow is too good to let her go dry.
A calf from a poor mom is then taken away,
extra tasks the wife gets to add to her day.
So a battle of wills for her is then begun,
two bovine minds set against the human one.
First battle is making the cow in chute to stand,
getting the calf there takes two mighty, firm hands.
Bending over, trying to get that calf to nurse,
your hands start cramping, but your poor back hurts worse!
After one or two fights of this battle of wills,
the calf, most times, is the first to end your ills.
The cow on the other hand, she may take longer,
her mind is more set, her will is much stronger.
This battle goes on for however long it takes,
The cow comes to her senses, a pair you make.
This battle is over, this fight today you won,
then you hear, "Darn it,#$%^&*, lost another one!"
© 2015, Terri Licking
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.
Terri Licking comments, "
I think I was on my 4th or 5th 'graft' job one spring (what we call the scenario of this poem), in fact had an assembly line going at times."
About Terri Licking
Terri Ann (Sturtz) Licking, written for her folk’s 60th wedding anniversary in 2002. Jim passed away February 26, 2005, Bonnie September 30, 2005 - Jim died of cancer, Bonnie’s death certificate stated cancer also, but a lonely heart was her real demise.
My bio is in the following poem I wrote to honor my parents:
A Journey of Sixty Years
Listen to me friends, this story you shall hear,
of a couple’s long and fruitful sixty years
On the 19th of May 1942,
Is the day Jim and Bonnie said I do
‘Twas after the depression, money still tight,
But love and hard work made their life alright.
Jim was a rancher and needed a helpmate to raise his cows,
Through the years they also raised turkeys, chickens and even sows
At first they lived and worked with Jim’s parents, Olive and Grover;
When they retired, was when Jim and Bonnie took over.
The couple nearly lost all in the blizzard of ‘49;
That winter was the worst they hoped to see in a lifetime
The raising of purebred Herefords was their real pride and joy
Later they adopted Terri, who became their tomboy.
She learned the trade from helping move pipe and putting up the hay
They taught her well, her family now ranches not far away
From the two of them, Terri learned hard work never hurt anyone,
And to relax and enjoy life when the day’s tasks are done.
The heifers she took in 4-H started her own life’s mission-
Becoming a rancher she owes Miss JS Technician
Their "golden years" they liked to travel with family and friends,
Seeing new sights, exploring what laid just around the bend.
They moved to town, a garden and yard replacing hills of sand
But if Terri needs aid, they are there with a helping hand.
In their eighties, Jim can’t hear, for Bonnie, it is hard to walk
Still, they enjoy life, seeing friends and just getting to talk.
Jim and Bonnie say they are out to pasture, way past their prime,
The love they share, is a legacy we will keep for all time.
© 2002, Terri Ann (Sturtz) Licking
The picture [at the top of this page] was taken on Oct. 9, 2015 by Dewey Teel of Neleigh, NE. We were among the 100 riders on the annual trail ride benefiting the State 4-H Camp near Halsey. If not spending time with our 10 grandkids (from 2 daughters, 1 son, and their families), atop my mustang riding in the Sandhills is the next best thing. This is the only day all year that riding is for pleasure and not work.
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