Bryce Angell is a cowboy poet. Angell was raised on a farm/ranch in the St. Anthony, Idaho area with approximately 75 head of horses. Horses remain an important part of Angell’s life.
Angell shares his poetry with Cache Valley Daily every Friday.
The ringside seats were filling up. The fight was near at hand. Onlookers would
be cheering but, did they really understand?
The fighters climbed into the ring. Excitement filled the air. Spectators would be
betting on whose punches were swung fair.
The announcer hollered, “In this corner, farmer fights for life. And standing there
beside him is his long supportive wife.”
While all the crowd was cheering. The announcer made his call. “In this corner
Mother Nature, she’ll be fighting for a fall.
Then after Mother Nature we’ve got fuel on the list. Then money with her
interest. They will fight knuckle to fist.”
The fight was set for three long rounds. Mother Nature jumped right in! She
didn’t wait to hear the bell, ‘cuz she was there to win.
The farmer came out slugging but was held up in red tape. Mother Nature always
broke the rules. She left him no escape.
Mother Nature spread her killing frost. Then slammed him with her hail. When all
at once her weather stopped. She promptly turned to tail.
Had someone up there, higher reeled old Mother Nature in? And possibly
chastised her. Saying, “Don’t always have to win.”
The farmer won the first round. He was feeling mighty blessed. Round 2 was
‘bout to push him, put his farming skills to test.
The ringside bell was dinging. So, the fuel rolled right on in. The farmer jumped
up from his stool. Said, “Let the round begin.”
The fuel was not forgiving. Her high prices would not stop. The farmer lost
Round 2. Would it cost him all his crop?
Money and the interest were a formidable Round 3. The farmer fought with all
his might but couldn’t pay the fee.
But the banker stopped the fight. He said, “I know this farmer well. We’ll carry
him a year in hopes he doesn’t have to sell.”
The farmer won the match that night. He represents his peers. And if we want to
eat let’s hope they fight for many years.
Each year the forces join to stop the farmer grow his crop. But he will work and
fight for all he’s worth. Ain’t never giving up!