Laura Gelwick's Composition On The Sandy Corral

John Beswick Laura Gelwicks Composition 1 April 4, 2024 Pasture work I trudged into the sandy Corral. There are faint sounds of people playing, laughing, and driving their boats on the lake. The Carroll is packed with cows and calves getting a drink, each of them drooling as they wait their turn to drink the cold water. Pesky flies attack them in the thousands, picking at the eyes and biting them on their backs. The flies are maneuvering the cattle tails that swing trying to hit them. Relieving themselves of the itchy feeling of flies landing on them and biting them. The salt and mineral buckets are completely licked clean with scratches on the top lid from the cows rough tongues. As I drive out of the corral, maneuvering the deep ruts from the water running down hill after a
It stands five-feet tall with leaves that are covered in thorns, ready to puncture anything that it touches. A long stem leads up to a beautiful bright, vibrant, pink thorny flower that is visible from across the pasture. The sharp post spade with a sharpened edge is ready to slice through the nasty pesky plant. Thrusting the spade into the plant, slicing it in half, then digging it out of the ground, killing it completely. The young, curious calves come running up over the hill as they hear the sounds of the tools bouncing on the truck as it goes over the cattle paths. Their mothers running over to see the commotion, their big bellies swaying back and forth as their udders full of milk slow them down. Driving deeper into the crevice of the hilly field, at the bottom is a demolished stretch of fence. Nine-nine-soft wire has been broken and stretched leaving gaping holes in the fence, it has also been stepped on completely flattening it. Three new black posts soaked in creosote are snapped off where they penetrate the ground, leaving the butts in the ground. The rest of the fence is bent from animals pushing on it trying to reach the green alfalfa on the other