Post by gator on Mar 3, 2021 23:09:41 GMT
I'm not quite sure where to put this and I am not quite sure if anyone will enjoy "cowboy poetry" or not. Anyway here it is.
I just love cowboy poetry. I came across a very old copy of this while weeding through some stuff at the house. Here goes:
Jake the rancher went one day
To fix a distant fence
The wind was cold and gusty
The clouds rolled gray and dense
As he pounded the last staples in
And gathered tools to go
The temperature had fallen
And snow began to blow
When he finally reached his pickup
He felt a heavy heart
From the sound of that ignition
He knew it wouldn't start
So, Jake did what most of us
Would do if we were there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
And sent aloft a prayer
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
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
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's keeping score
In Heaven time is free
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
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
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?
Peter listened very patiently
And when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition
And he said "So you're the one!"
The day that your truck wouldn't start
And you sent those prayers 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
It's best to keep in touch
I have no idea who wrote it but I assume that it was probably written in about the fifties or so.
Enjoy
Jake the rancher went one day
To fix a distant fence
The wind was cold and gusty
The clouds rolled gray and dense
As he pounded the last staples in
And gathered tools to go
The temperature had fallen
And snow began to blow
When he finally reached his pickup
He felt a heavy heart
From the sound of that ignition
He knew it wouldn't start
So, Jake did what most of us
Would do if we were there.
He humbly bowed his balding head
And sent aloft a prayer
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
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
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's keeping score
In Heaven time is free
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
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
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?
Peter listened very patiently
And when Jake was done,
There were smiles of recognition
And he said "So you're the one!"
The day that your truck wouldn't start
And you sent those prayers 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
It's best to keep in touch
I have no idea who wrote it but I assume that it was probably written in about the fifties or so.
Enjoy