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<blockquote data-quote="FrogAbroad" data-source="post: 2815838" data-attributes="member: 140"><p><strong>Christmas Eve, Stuck at the Ranch </strong></p><p></p><p>Christmas Eve mornin' an' I'm stuck way out here </p><p>Four hours from town an' holiday cheer. </p><p>Cuss my sorry luck! I'm the new hand, I know, </p><p>But still, it ain't fair the Boss said I can't go </p><p>Into town with the others to celebrate there. </p><p>While they're havin' fun, I'm stuck 'way out here. </p><p></p><p>Oh, I'm not plumb alone, the coosie came back </p><p>From town with supplies. Now he's in his shack </p><p>A'stirrin' up somethin' from out of a book. </p><p>He's not a bad fella for a cowboy camp cook, </p><p>But he's an old hand. Forty-seven next year! </p><p>Just too old to mind bein' stuck 'way out here. </p><p></p><p>Well, grumblin' won't make the day any more fun </p><p>An' I've got a full day of chores to get done. </p><p>First feed the stock then break up the ice </p><p>That froze in th' troughs an’ the buckets last night. </p><p>My pards drink hot cider an’ sing "Deck the Halls" </p><p>While I'm stuck 'way out here muckin' the stalls. </p><p></p><p>Oh, I knew what I's doin', signin' on as a hand, </p><p>A cowpuncher's life, it ain't always grand. </p><p>You ride early 'til late mos' ever durned day, </p><p>Work hot, tired an’ dirty. You sure earn your pay! </p><p>You feel ev'ry emotion, joy, anger an' fear. </p><p>They're part of the job when you live 'way out here. </p><p></p><p>That old round pen gate is creakin' an' draggin', </p><p>Another half-hour an' I'll quit it from saggin'. </p><p>I scoop grain for the hosses from out of a sack, </p><p>Then traipse back to the stable to mend some old tack. </p><p>How long has it been? I guess nearly a year </p><p>I signed on to cowboy an' live 'way out here. </p><p></p><p>The stable's all quiet, an' I start reminiscin' </p><p>'Bout all of the good things I think I've been missin'. </p><p>But after a spell feelin' sorry for me </p><p>My thoughts turn to all of them things I'd not see, </p><p>Like a just-borned new foal, or that big herd of deer, </p><p>If I lived in town an' not 'way out here. </p><p></p><p>My hoss stamps his foot. I stand...stretch...an’ then </p><p>I give him a carrot from out of the bin. </p><p>I glance out the window at the sun's fadin' glow </p><p>An' think of a stable twenty centuries ago. </p><p>A new ma an’ pa, an’ a Babe lyin' there. </p><p>They tell He left heaven to live 'way down here. </p><p></p><p>Why, the cowboy church preacher said that He did </p><p>As he told us a story I'd heard as a kid, </p><p>Of a king who was born just as common as me. </p><p>Who followed a trail that led to a tree, </p><p>An' now sits by the Father, in heaven somewhere, </p><p>To give life forever to sinners down here. </p><p></p><p>Christmas Eve in a stable, guess there's no better place </p><p>To think about life, an’ God's lovin' grace. </p><p>An' then I feel growin' a glow in my chest </p><p>As it dawns on me just how much I've been blessed </p><p>To be warmed by His sun an’ to breathe His clean air </p><p>He don't make for the city...but for just 'way out here. </p><p></p><p>While my pards take in the sights of the town </p><p>I've got all of Creation, if I just look around. </p><p>They're eatin' stuffed turkey an’ pie with ice cream, </p><p>But I've got Coosie's biscuits an’ bacon an’ beans. </p><p>I add up my blessin's an’ feel downright cheered. </p><p>Maybe life ain't so bad after all 'way out here. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>©H R Chafin, 2013, 2015</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="FrogAbroad, post: 2815838, member: 140"] [B]Christmas Eve, Stuck at the Ranch [/B] Christmas Eve mornin' an' I'm stuck way out here Four hours from town an' holiday cheer. Cuss my sorry luck! I'm the new hand, I know, But still, it ain't fair the Boss said I can't go Into town with the others to celebrate there. While they're havin' fun, I'm stuck 'way out here. Oh, I'm not plumb alone, the coosie came back From town with supplies. Now he's in his shack A'stirrin' up somethin' from out of a book. He's not a bad fella for a cowboy camp cook, But he's an old hand. Forty-seven next year! Just too old to mind bein' stuck 'way out here. Well, grumblin' won't make the day any more fun An' I've got a full day of chores to get done. First feed the stock then break up the ice That froze in th' troughs an’ the buckets last night. My pards drink hot cider an’ sing "Deck the Halls" While I'm stuck 'way out here muckin' the stalls. Oh, I knew what I's doin', signin' on as a hand, A cowpuncher's life, it ain't always grand. You ride early 'til late mos' ever durned day, Work hot, tired an’ dirty. You sure earn your pay! You feel ev'ry emotion, joy, anger an' fear. They're part of the job when you live 'way out here. That old round pen gate is creakin' an' draggin', Another half-hour an' I'll quit it from saggin'. I scoop grain for the hosses from out of a sack, Then traipse back to the stable to mend some old tack. How long has it been? I guess nearly a year I signed on to cowboy an' live 'way out here. The stable's all quiet, an' I start reminiscin' 'Bout all of the good things I think I've been missin'. But after a spell feelin' sorry for me My thoughts turn to all of them things I'd not see, Like a just-borned new foal, or that big herd of deer, If I lived in town an' not 'way out here. My hoss stamps his foot. I stand...stretch...an’ then I give him a carrot from out of the bin. I glance out the window at the sun's fadin' glow An' think of a stable twenty centuries ago. A new ma an’ pa, an’ a Babe lyin' there. They tell He left heaven to live 'way down here. Why, the cowboy church preacher said that He did As he told us a story I'd heard as a kid, Of a king who was born just as common as me. Who followed a trail that led to a tree, An' now sits by the Father, in heaven somewhere, To give life forever to sinners down here. Christmas Eve in a stable, guess there's no better place To think about life, an’ God's lovin' grace. An' then I feel growin' a glow in my chest As it dawns on me just how much I've been blessed To be warmed by His sun an’ to breathe His clean air He don't make for the city...but for just 'way out here. While my pards take in the sights of the town I've got all of Creation, if I just look around. They're eatin' stuffed turkey an’ pie with ice cream, But I've got Coosie's biscuits an’ bacon an’ beans. I add up my blessin's an’ feel downright cheered. Maybe life ain't so bad after all 'way out here. ©H R Chafin, 2013, 2015 [/QUOTE]
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