Just a little sheep poem found in The Coconino Sun April 6, 1923.
Ba, ba, ba, there comes a band of sheep,
Can you see the dust arising from the thousands of tramping feet?
But we must have those creatures to produce our meat and wool.
Oh, how the cattlemen cuss, ‘cause they get their stomachs full.
I was once a cowboy myself, and rode upon the plains;
To see sheep eat the forage, I thought it was a shame.
But if you will stay with them, watch and take care good,
You sure will get the money. Lord knows, every sheepherder should!
The first picture below was taken in the 1990s of the Etchamendy Brothers Sheep Company. The second is a picture taken this past February in Casa Grande.


You made my day!!! Lester H. Fuller was my grandfather and loved dearly by his grandchildren.
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Thank you. Did you know your grandfather wrote this poem?
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No, totally surprised by your posting. Several years ago I forwarded some articles to you th
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Don’t remember but I am now going to look for them. Personal issues this past year has kept me away from writing on my blog and research. I’m anxious to get back to it.
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Let me know if you locate the articles. I’d be happy to resubmit copies of the articles if needed.
Thank you,
Margaret
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