Trotting down trails, a cowboy yodeling to his cattle.
Singing calmly, yodeling far and wide.
Calls of the wild herd, looking askance at the reactions of every steer, glancing at one another in utter amazement of what is being sung to round them up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My third Yodeling poem today! Makes you wonder what the steers made of it. Maybe they figured it was their own personal Elvis! Liked your poem a lot.