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Cowboy Poem (This is cute)

Discussion in 'The Lighter Side' started by Mrs Glockrunner, Mar 19, 2012.

  1. Mrs Glockrunner

    Mrs Glockrunner

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    May 19, 2009
    South Carolina
    Jake, the rancher, went one day
    To fix a distant fence.
    The wind was cold and gusty
    And the clouds rolled gray and dense.
    As he pounded the last staples in
    And gathered tools to go,
    The temperature had fallen,
    And snow began to blow.
    When he finally reached his pickup,
    He felt a heavy heart.
    From the sound of that ignition
    He knew it wouldn't start.
    So Jake did what most of us
    Would do if we were there.
    He humbly bowed his balding head
    And sent aloft a prayer.
    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.
    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 !
    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.
    '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.'
    '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?!'
    Peter listened very patiently
    And when Jake was done,
    There were smiles of recognition,
    And he said, 'So, you're the one!!'
    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.'
    '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.'
    '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 '!