The Cow Pasture Game

He wondered what they were doing

In that cow pasture Monday morning

They were carrying a bag of sticks

Occasionally one would yell a warning

A little ball they were chasing after

After hitting it hard with a shiny stick

You could hear curses and profane words

When the ball landed in shrubbery thick

He guessed it must be a game

What it was he had nary a clue

They tried to hit it into a hole

Their futile attempts were not a few

The purpose of the game eluded him

So much walking couldn’t be fun

What he couldn’t figure out was

How could you tell who won?

The thing that puzzled him the most

He pondered it, oh, how he tried

How could they roam a cow pasture

Without stepping in a fresh cow pie?

June 14, 2022