Vic Anderson

JAN. 22. 2021: My Poem  HAY INSPECTORS was the featured poem in the IWMA magazine "the Western Way. 

For those who might like to read it here is :

HAY INSPECTORS, by Victor T. Anderson  copyright 12/11/18

 They are always in the lead, when you're pushing off the feed, and they never seem to ever take a bite.Whether cattle, horse or sheep, while you're fighting snowbanks deep, starting out the day in early morning light.

 Whether nice or if it's storming, you see babies there, aborning, so you're watching heavies as the team goes by.A few calves are there a bawling', and some cows are there a callin' as their hungry calves come runnin' on the fly.

 First yearling to the feeder, old bent horn is still a leader, tho' once she was a young replacement calf.You almost had to cull her, the boss thought he should sell her. Her frame was right, it's nice getting that last laugh.

 She grew up square and fancy but was always a bit chancy. It seemed like she was always on the prod.But, handled slow and patient, this spring she's nearly ancient and her calves are always long and tall and broad.

 Those two cows right there beside her and seeming to help guide her are the lop eared cow and fat old twenty one.At every bale, fed so nice, they each pause to sniff each slice, then just walk by like breakfast is said and done.

 They are out in front each day, as they pace the feeding sleigh. I tell you boys, it's steady as a clock.Now and then a tongue slides out and licks at their cold snout. They keep their pace at a steady, easy walk.

 Keep on walking, take a sniff, buck and snort at every drift. Those lead cows, I tell ya, never seem to eat.So you watch till all are fed, load more hay on the bobsled bed, head for the barn, mornings feeding is complete.

 While you were stopped, they wandered by, always will, until they die. Check all the hay with a sneer and a jaundiced eye.And it's not because they're picky, nor because the hay is icky, why the three of them will always just walk by.

 Sometimes a slice is musty,  perhaps a little dusty. You can darned sure bet that they are gonna check her.  They are your local, special duty, watchin' lookin', seein' beauties, making' sure it's worth their chewin'

Keepin' watch on what's a brewing', self important, every feeding, barnyard hay inspectors.

             RIDE EASY PARDS.....Vic

  This darned Corona Virus has really messed up the entire United States of America and apparently the rest of the world as well.  Had 13 gigs in March and got to do 1. After that very few gigs. I did 6 at the Slab, an outdoor pub. 6 more for the city of Estes Park, one hour gigs while riding on a wagon pulled by a pickup.  Did some busking at the viewing area where the rock sits alongside Highway 36, welcoming people to Estes Park.

OCT. 1, 2020-The song "FLY," reached #2 on the NumberOneMusic.com chart, this is the song I originally sent to NumberOneMusic.com as WHIPPOORWILL, which went #1 and stayed there for 5 weeks. Since then the 2 versions of the same song have been chasing each other up and down the charts.They have both been as high as #2  since I sent FLY there, at one time or another. Today FLY is #4 and WHIPPOORWILL  is #11 on the Acoustic chart.