Dear Fifty,
Well, here we are, another holiday season is upon us! Starting to feel more like winter, but I have to admit, it doesn’t look like the winters of my childhood. I know, I know…I’m sounding older all the time. But, if that’s true, it’s only because I AM older! Happens to the best of us, I hear.
As I reflect on the year, I want to wish each of you peace this season, and serenity. I wish you meaningful days spent in the company of those you love the most. I wish you joy that comes from serving others, giving of yourself, and making a difference to those you care about. I wish you strength to carry on, and the perseverance to keep building, giving, sharing, caring, loving, lifting, encouraging and strengthening others. I want to thank you for all you do, and for all your support, not only to me, but to others in your path. Thank you.
I came across this poem, and wanted to share it with you. It’s called “A Cowboy’s Thanksgiving.” You know I’ve always wanted to be a cowboy, so it’s fitting. I hope you enjoy it. Maybe one of these days, I’ll venture out and try and come up with my own material. In the meantime, there is so much great poetry out there…I hope you enjoy this one.
A Cowboy’s Thanksgiving
Beautiful the sunshine pours over western plains, And into little homes along the rugged mountain chains.
Thanks for this refulgent light in humble cottage cast, That alleviates the burdens of melancholy past.
My having to sorrow without one word, And working in the stampede of the herd,
Makes me thankful for the peace and the rest That come on Thanksgiving day in the west.
Thankful for the cattle’s large, appealing eyes, And for my little home on the mountain’s gorgeous rise.
Thankful for the union of pleasure and sorrow, And for the sunshine that will come on the morrow.
Thankful for the smile of little baby Ann, Whose happy mother died with the year begin;
Thankful for the echoes of her voice in the breeze, Where baby Ann listens and plays among the trees.
Thankful for the incentive to learn and advance, And for those who have journeyed in the western expanse,
And for the privilege to be free and simple – For my baby’s coiling curls and her glowing dimple.
–By A West Texas Cowpuncher—