Campdrafting crazy

• Sarah Gleeson, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2005

Horses rounding cattle up on a windy Sunday morning

When the sun is just about dawning.

The Crackle of a man through a microphone, cows yelling to go home.

The cowardly crack of a long, brown whip, People yelling out "com'on Mick!"

Over one hundred competitors in one draft, Time is not going very fast.

Many kids in the arena cantering around, Trying to chase cattle round and round.

Finally the day is over for now,
But Campdrafting Crazy will return.