OL’ JIM
By Donna Penley His wife passed away in ‘73, so he struggles alone on th’ farm; Learns to do the things she had done - like cook, an’ clean an’ iron. He even learns to make pickles, fills his pantry from th’ vegetable patch; He grins to himself as he hears ladies say that ‘he’d make a wonderful “catch“! Oh, he still sees to his cattle, his crops an’ the hay, still plows with th’ ol’ 9N ; It still runs as good as it did years ago -- he thinks it’s a lot like him. His sons and daughters keep tabs on him -- he thinks they treat him like a kid; But, their love for their daddy shines on strong, as his and their Mam’a’s did. He knows that one day he’ll have to leave, but ‘till then, he ain’t givin’ in ; He plows an’ sows an’ tends them ol’ cows -- to give up would be a sin! On Saturdays he’ll go into town, to the Center to play him some cards; An’ if Bessie or Sue wants to cook for him, he sure won’t break their hearts. But, this thought’s always there, in th’ back of his mind -- he knows that she’s waitin’ for him; To cross over that plain to be with her again, when his light on this earth has dimmed. But until that time comes, he’ll do his best to make good use of his time -- ‘Till th’ angel beckons an’ takes his hand, an’ leads him over that line. Copyright Protected
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AuthorDonna Penley is a Cowgirl Poet with deep Kansas roots who has been writing cowboy poetry for over twenty five years. She is a real Cowgirl and an ex-barrel racer. Archives
March 2017
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