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I took a shorter Christmas poem I had written for the Defender and expanded it for a Cowboy Magazine I occasionally write articles for.
I hope you enjoy it.
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A Cowboy's Christmas - By John Pierce
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The snow was falling softly
On The Kansas plains that night
With a crust upon the snow
Reflecting moonlight soft and bright
The good folk in the church
Were singing carols with a grin
When the doors were slammed wide open
And a stranger walked right in
Well you could have heard a pin drop
As the heads all turned to stare
At the snowy apparition
That was calmly standing there
His face was strong and rugged
But his eyes were shining bright
As he asked the congregation
"May I join you here tonight?"
The preacher took one look at him
And the guns low on his hips
And the grin fled from his face
And a sneer came to his lips
For the preacher wasn't from those parts
He'd come there from the East
"What does a man who wears those guns ..
need in this house of peace?"
The silence became deeper
And many felt some fear
But the stranger simple smiled
"Oh ... they have a place here!"
"That bible in your hand ..
Holds the wisdom of the ages ..
And there is much to learn ..
From the lessons on its pages ..
So let me tell you why ..
These are so very treasured ..
For they often are the yardstick ..
On which our life is measured ..
And if you don't believe me ..
Let me tell you all a story ..
It comes from my favorite part ..
Of that book of Heavenly glory ..
For Long ago and far away ..
Three wise men left their homes ..
You know the object of their quest ..
And the many months they roamed ..
And being wise ... for wise they were ..
They prepared for all they'd find ..
They carried frankincense and myrrh ..
And gold and food and wine ..
But before they'd packed the first of these ..
They sharpened sword and knife ..
For being wise ... and wise they were ..
They protected first their life ..
For though they sought the Prince of Peace ..
And wished it on the land ..
They knew that danger always lurks ..
And dogs the steps of man ..
Now armed with weapons on their hips ..
They traveled without fear ..
Allowing them to reach their goal ..
Where a blazing star appeared ..
It lead them to a simple shed ..
That housed beasts of the field ..
They made it to the birth of God ..
Protected by cold steel ..
And though the Angels of the host ..
Stood guard o'er them that night ..
These three wise men were ready ..
Should they be called to fight ..
So follow in the paths of kings ..
Whose wisdom flowed so wide ..
Seek peace in everything you do ..
But wear protection on your side!"
I took a shorter Christmas poem I had written for the Defender and expanded it for a Cowboy Magazine I occasionally write articles for.
I hope you enjoy it.
-------------------------------------------------
A Cowboy's Christmas - By John Pierce
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The snow was falling softly
On The Kansas plains that night
With a crust upon the snow
Reflecting moonlight soft and bright
The good folk in the church
Were singing carols with a grin
When the doors were slammed wide open
And a stranger walked right in
Well you could have heard a pin drop
As the heads all turned to stare
At the snowy apparition
That was calmly standing there
His face was strong and rugged
But his eyes were shining bright
As he asked the congregation
"May I join you here tonight?"
The preacher took one look at him
And the guns low on his hips
And the grin fled from his face
And a sneer came to his lips
For the preacher wasn't from those parts
He'd come there from the East
"What does a man who wears those guns ..
need in this house of peace?"
The silence became deeper
And many felt some fear
But the stranger simple smiled
"Oh ... they have a place here!"
"That bible in your hand ..
Holds the wisdom of the ages ..
And there is much to learn ..
From the lessons on its pages ..
So let me tell you why ..
These are so very treasured ..
For they often are the yardstick ..
On which our life is measured ..
And if you don't believe me ..
Let me tell you all a story ..
It comes from my favorite part ..
Of that book of Heavenly glory ..
For Long ago and far away ..
Three wise men left their homes ..
You know the object of their quest ..
And the many months they roamed ..
And being wise ... for wise they were ..
They prepared for all they'd find ..
They carried frankincense and myrrh ..
And gold and food and wine ..
But before they'd packed the first of these ..
They sharpened sword and knife ..
For being wise ... and wise they were ..
They protected first their life ..
For though they sought the Prince of Peace ..
And wished it on the land ..
They knew that danger always lurks ..
And dogs the steps of man ..
Now armed with weapons on their hips ..
They traveled without fear ..
Allowing them to reach their goal ..
Where a blazing star appeared ..
It lead them to a simple shed ..
That housed beasts of the field ..
They made it to the birth of God ..
Protected by cold steel ..
And though the Angels of the host ..
Stood guard o'er them that night ..
These three wise men were ready ..
Should they be called to fight ..
So follow in the paths of kings ..
Whose wisdom flowed so wide ..
Seek peace in everything you do ..
But wear protection on your side!"