My alter ego at large again.
Staying behind to mind the herd
In a whipping Wyoming winter:
Incessant icy winds, sharp shards of snow,
Barbed-wire hail that makes me bow my head;
But between windburn and white-out
I still manage to see in Christmas,
Stage a naturalistic nativity, look out
And fix the Pole Star above my shack,
Feel the warmth rising from the cattle,
Receive three God-given gifts -
The gold of the dawn;
The frankinscence of the dew;
The myrrh of the pines;
And where is the Child you ask?
I cradle Him inside me, today and always.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-12-08 at 22:32
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A Cowboy's Christmas
I've drawn the short straw this year,Staying behind to mind the herd
In a whipping Wyoming winter:
Incessant icy winds, sharp shards of snow,
Barbed-wire hail that makes me bow my head;
But between windburn and white-out
I still manage to see in Christmas,
Stage a naturalistic nativity, look out
And fix the Pole Star above my shack,
Feel the warmth rising from the cattle,
Receive three God-given gifts -
The gold of the dawn;
The frankinscence of the dew;
The myrrh of the pines;
And where is the Child you ask?
I cradle Him inside me, today and always.
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 541 times
Written on 2006-12-08 at 22:32
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