cowboy poem Long
> Cowboy Poetry
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> Jake, the rancher, went one day
> To fix a distant fence.
> The wind was cold and gusty
> And the clouds rolled gray and dense.
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> As he pounded the last staples in
> And gathered tools to go,
> The temperature had fallen,
> And snow began to blow.
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> When he finally reached his pickup,
> He felt a heavy heart.
> From the sound of that ignition
> He knew it wouldn't start.
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> So Jake did what most of us
> Would do if we were there.
> He humbly bowed his balding head
> And sent aloft a prayer.
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> As he turned the key the last time,
> He softly cursed his luck
> They found him three days later,
> Frozen stiff in that old truck.
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> Now Jake had been around in life
> And done his share of roaming.
> But when he saw Heaven, he was shocked --
> It looked just like Wyoming !
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> Of all the saints in Heaven,
> His favorite was St. Peter .
> So they sat and talked a minute or two,
> Or maybe it was three.
> Nobody was keeping' score --
> In Heaven, time is free.
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> 'I've always heard,' Jake said to Pete ,
> 'that God will answer prayers,
> But the one time I asked for help,
> Well, he just wasn't there.'
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> 'Does God answer prayers of some,
> And ignore the prayers of others?
> That don't seem exactly square --
> I know all men are brothers.'
>
> 'Or does he randomly reply,
> Without good rhyme or reason?
> Maybe, it's the time of day,
> The weather or the season.'
>
> 'Now I ain't trying to act smart,
> It's just the way I feel.
> And I was wondering', could you tell me
> What the heck's the deal?!'
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> Peter listened very patiently
> And when Jake was done,
> There were smiles of recognition,
> And he said, 'So, you're the one!!'
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> That day your truck, it wouldn't start,
> And you sent your prayer a flying,
> You gave us all a real bad time,
> With hundreds of us trying.'
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> 'A thousand angels rushed,
> To check the status of your file,
> But you know, Jake , we hadn't heard
> From you in quite a while.'
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> 'And though all prayers are answered,
> And God ain't got no quota,
> He didn't recognize your voice,
> And started a truck in Minnesota'!
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> IT'S BEST TO KEEP I N TOUCH!!
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