Wells Charolais Ranch

T'was the hours before sale time,
All's quiet for now,
The lights will get flipped on,
For the buyers that come to town.

The wind is a'blow'in,
Snows drifting across the road,
It's a South Dakota winter,
Auctioneer will yell sold.

We may not have feeders,
Butchers for today,
Ol'man winter calls the shots,
Mother Nature leads the way.

We'll see you at sale time,
We will do what we can,
The Lord up above,
Sometimes has another plan.

**Poem written on the spot by NW. No permission granted for use without approval.