Below is the poem entitled The PRAIRIE DIALED 9-ELEVEN which was written by poet
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By day you work the fence, you’re out stretching the wire.
By night you read of Grace and stare into the fire.
Come morning you fix a breakfast to last you all day.
Come evening your supper is a better reward than pay.
Come morning you eat a breakfast fit for a king.
Come evening you’re so hungry you’ll eat ‘bout anything.
Coffee warns of eggs and biscuits and such.
Supper comes along usually ‘bout dusk.
Tending a herd on the wide open plains.
Gives a body time to think of all sorta thangs.
Thangs like how great a country we live in today.
Here in America, the good ‘ole U. S. of A.
A country so vast, with big cities on each side.
But here in the wide-open middle is where I reside.
A country founded on God, they sat sail for where ever the wind leads.
Strange how we all seek the same God, how some get off in the weeds.
No one knows freedom better than the American Cowboy.
Freedom’s nothing to sneeze at and it certainly ain’t no toy.
Some folks don’t like our freedom and man, with out a clue.
Stole some planes and right into our life they flew.
Last week these guys tried to take our freedom away.
Hurt some folks in the most barbaric way.
On the prairie they’re snakes and all kinds of varmints.
But nothing as mean as these guys that came here to harm us.
If critters are out and pose some kind of threat.
Yank a hog-leg, fire a round, you’re good to go I’ll bet.
Hear me Lord as I stare into the fire and say.
Rid their minds of this evil thinkin’ is what I pray.
We can’t reason why things like that happen.
You’re the only one that knows Lord, I reacon.
Our leaders have shown Your Spirit as their witness.
Our countrymen have followed suit, just as You’ve convicted us.
I’m thankful all I do is stretch fence and rope in an occasional stray.
Than to have to do what Bush has had to do the past few days.
Lord; be with us, guide our leaders with what they “Have” to do.
Thanks for uniting our country, You’re faith we must prove.
By the fire I read where we’re here today and gone tomorrow.
Life’s short, live it to the fullest, ain’t no time for sorrow.
Come morning breakfast has been better here of late.
Come evening supper has been especially great.
Seems we have an awful lot to appreciate.
Since the time of the attack, to date.
Lord; guide the boys, give them wisdom with what they do and say.
This ‘ole cowboy is fightin’ the war on my knees as I pray.
By Jim "Ish" Fellers
Copyright ©: September 18, 2001 ~ Tuesday