The round-ups, the brandings,
The calvings are done,
As ranchers sell out
And move on one by one.

We must tell the stories,
So memories live on,
Past time when the tellers
Themselves are long gone.

Like snowflakes in blizzards,
change comes thick and fast,
Obliterates landmarks
that linked to the past.

We need tell our stories,
share memories amassed,
To help those who follow
ride out the storm's blast