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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.
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.
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