Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Cowboy Poetry


This ain’t exactly  ‘Y’ but it is good, passed on by Smoky Coe, North Carolina, via Texas.

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Jake, the rancher, went one day
To fix a distant fence.
The wind was cold and gusty
And the clouds rolled gray and dense.

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Smoky & Shirl, He usually looks like a cowboy, (Like many times I cannot find the right pic)

As he pounded the last staples in
And gathered tools to go,
The temperature had fallen,
And snow began to blow.

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When he finally reached his pickup,
He felt a heavy heart.
From the sound of that ignition
He knew it wouldn't start.

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So Jake did what most of us
Would do if we were there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
And sent aloft a prayer.

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As he turned the key the last time,
He softly cursed his luck
They found him three days later,
Frozen stiff in that old truck.

cowboy eeeeee
Now Jake had been around in life
And done his share of roaming.
But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked --
It looked just like Wyoming !

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Of all the saints in Heaven,
His favorite was St. Peter .

So they sat and talked a minute or two,
Or maybe it was three.
Nobody was keeping' score --
In Heaven, time is free.

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'I've always heard,' Jake said to Pete ,

'that God will answer prayers,
But the one time I asked for help,
Well, he just wasn't there.'

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'Does God answer prayers of some,
And ignore the prayers of others?
That don't seem exactly square --
I know all men are brothers.'

'Or does he randomly reply,
Without good rhyme or reason?
Maybe, it's the time of day,
The weather or the season.'

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'Now I ain't trying to act smart,
It's just the way I feel.
And I was wondering', could you tell me
What the heck's the deal?!'

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Peter listened very patiently
And when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition,
And he said, 'So, you're the one!!'

That day your truck, it wouldn't start,
And you sent your prayer a flying,
You gave us all a real bad time,
With hundreds of us trying.'

'A thousand angels rushed,
To check the status of your file,
But you know, Jake , we hadn't heard
From you in quite a while.'

'And though all prayers are answered,
And God ain't got no quota,
He didn't recognize your voice,
And started a truck in Minnesota '!

cowboyiiiiiii


IT'S  BEST  TO  KEEP  I N  TOUCH...



Thanks for reading the log.
Nite Shipslog

PS: Thanks Smoke!!

8 comments:

Ally Lifewithally said...

Oh I did enjoy that poem ~ thanks for sharing it with us :O) Ally x

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

It was a good one for sure. Lots of truth there. It's raining in Ohio this afternoon and melting some snow. The next blast is coming on Thursday they say...We'll just enjoy being above freezing while we can.

Paula said...

Love the poem and the old trucks too. Thanks to Smokey and to you for posting it for us to read.

ρομπερτ said...

A deep bow in respect of this writing.

Please have you all a good Wednesday and always a safe road ahead.

shirl72 said...

Well I am back on line. Computer been sick.
I have caught up on all blogs. Enjoyed the
one about Dad. He was the greatest. I loved
Mother's hat at Grandmothers funeral. I wish I
would have saved Mother and Dad's hats. We
had wonderful parents with great memories.

Shirl

Dar said...

How I love this cowboy poem...Lil Ben is on my knees as I read it and he had to have every truck picture enlarged...he says he loves those old twucks, peshly the bwown one.
Loved this one Jack. Hi sweet Sherry.
BlessYourHearts

Fred Alton said...

Old Smokey Coe was right! "It's best to keep in touch." And that's what I love about the computer. It helps me keep in touch. In fact I've been here since 5:30, first reading my Bible, then reading e-mails, then watching videos from friends, then reading the Ship's Log and other blogs.

Sheila said...

I loved the poems and pics too. Hope you are recovering well from your birthday celebrations... :D
Take care, Sheila