As the sun starts to rise,
This cowboy opens his eyes,
Dew trapped in the mornin' frost.
I thank God for my freedom,
All the times I need 'im,
I tend to forget the cost.
I ride o'er this prairie,
Durin' this season to be merry,
Ponderin' the year that has past.
Often times were good,
More than there should,
Occasionally my luck didn't last.
Now it's deep in December,
Ah, the prairie 'n its splendor,
A hawk as it circles the sky.
A cowboy could get soft,
On new hay in a loft,
'N a roof to keep his bedroll dry.
My leg draped o'er the tree,
The horn in the bend of my knee,
I look out across these vast plains.
I heave a big sigh,
Swipe a tear from my eye,
Sat up 'n take hold the reins.
We've been drivin' this herd,
For a week 'n a third,
I figure one week more.
If the weather holds out,
We'll make it no doubt,
But nature could even the score.
Tomorrow they say,
Will be Christmas Day,
I thank God for the Miracle Birth.
Jesus 'as sent here to save us,
That's the gift God gave us,
Certainly more than this cowboy's worth.
By Jim "Ish" Fellers
Copyright ©: December 11, 2003 ~ Thursday