When not playing cricket his love was to be with his family on the farm and with the cattle.

 

 

                

 

 

 

                     AN OLD COW HAND

 

Here on the night wind I hear the drift of his song

He sings to his cattle at night under his stars.

Of roundups and outfits so big it's hard to believe

And I know they listen in, peacefully.

 

For I have seen magic when riding out on my own

I never have felt I rode alone

For here in the silence an old "cowhand" rides through

And thank God, he loves the land too.

 

Here in the night I think I can almost explain

The mystery of what I've seen, of what was so strange

I can't deny what my eyes find hard to believe,

And I know he listens in, peacefully.

 

 

(c) Katie Kidwell, 1986  SOCAN