My Girl Tate

One thing I know for sure, she’s leaving here real soon.

At a different farm tonight, under a clouded moon.

One thing I know for sure, it’s an icy rain today.

Clouds not even visible, just January grey.

One thing I know for sure, she’s led them round for years.

The boy will give a call, she comes right to his cheers.

One thing I know for sure, the grass is always greener.

Her knees are always bald. She’s the fence row cleaner.

One thing I know for sure, I’ll miss her at the fence.

Bawling that it’s time to move; often a pretense.

One thing I know for sure, it’s nice to hear them graze.

The cadence of a chew. A shore accepting waves.

One thing I know for sure, it’s quiet in the rain.

Reflection on the raindrops. Her life's not been in vain.

One thing I know for sure, she won’t be the last.

It’s hard to watch them leave, remembering the past.

One thing I know for sure, my hands are cold and wet.

The rain is soaking through. Give her one last pet.

One thing I know for sure, this life will make you tough,

full of tasks with meaning; lacks ordinary fluff.

One thing I know for sure, she’ll be at my Golden Gate.

You’re not supposed to name your cows, but I call this one Tate.