Poem - Ain't About Me

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Hey Pards,

I figure it's about time for another poem. This one is entitled "Ain't About Me", and was written in 2003 by yours truly. I hope you enjoy.

Ain’t About Me
By Lincoln Rogers, © 2003

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,
as 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.