Hey there, Pards-
I know it's been awhile since I've posted, and there are some pretty good reasons, but that is what makes life, I reckon. I figured I better get back up on the horse and give you something to read from my neck of the woods. Thanks for stopping by, as always.
This poem seems applicable today, what with all of the narcissism evident from the last few months of hearing politicians of all stripes talking about how great they are and how voting for them (and only them) will somehow make this here world a better place...
Ain't About Me
By Lincoln Rogers, 2002
I reckon I figured it out while my soul was at rest.
A truth from the quiet, planted deep in my chest.
It came as I walked in the midst of the land,
while my proud sight surveyed what I’d worked with my hands.
Then I heard a hawk’s call - watched an Elk leap my fence,
and in sharing that moment - realized I was dense.
Down the hill horses ran, cattle grazed far away.
I smelled the sweetness of earth and felt the sun of the day.
It ain’t about wire that’s straight or hay and crops that I’ve grown.
Nor a large house and barn or how much livestock I own.
It’s about what’s inside- who the Good Lord made me to be.
A truth from the quiet, planted deep in my chest.
It came as I walked in the midst of the land,
while my proud sight surveyed what I’d worked with my hands.
Then I heard a hawk’s call - watched an Elk leap my fence,
and in sharing that moment - realized I was dense.
Down the hill horses ran, cattle grazed far away.
I smelled the sweetness of earth and felt the sun of the day.
It ain’t about wire that’s straight or hay and crops that I’ve grown.
Nor a large house and barn or how much livestock I own.
It’s about what’s inside- who the Good Lord made me to be.
You see, the ground where I stood... wasn’t put there by me.
Somebody should tell those people in all the commercials...
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