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Arthur Chapman

October on the Sheep Range

There ain't no leaves to turn to gold-
There ain't a tree in sight-
In other ways the herder's told
October's come, all right.

Jest like ten thousand souls, all lost,
The wind howls-ain't it nice!-
The water-hole is froze acrost
With crinkly-crackly ice.

The sheep bed down before the sun
Has hit the rim of hills;
The prairie wolves are on the run
To make their nightly kills.

But kyards are sayin', 'Solitaire,'
The bacon's fryin' prime;
The old sheep wagon's free from care
In late October time.

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