Christmastime On The Trail
I was up in the hills, checkin' fence for Dad
While home from school on vacation.
It started to snow and soon covered the trail,
But I knew my exact location.
I put a lean-to up for my gelding Bill
Then put up a tent for me,
I started a fire, then started a stew,
Then I boiled some sassafras tea.
It was Christmas Eve and it snowed all night
But by morning the sky was clear.
I found myself thinking that this
Has to be my favorite time of year.
I got the feedbag and gave Bill some oats
Then I got my fire going again
I thought of my folks and all the guests
That for days had been wanderin' in.
They'd be on the carpet in front of the fire
And passing their gifts around,
And here's little Mary snowed in, in the woods,
My carpet, the frozen ground.
I spotted a pine tree, with cones that hung
Like ornaments Nature had made
The green of that tree was somethin' to see
Like beautiful Chinese jade.
A hidden choir of coyotes sang carols
While a brown bear watched from a hill
I boiled some more of that sassafras tea
Then sat and drank my fill.
Three mountain jays came to check me out
And flitted from branch to branch,
They too, were like ornaments on our tree
In the living room back on the ranch.
There, by now, all the folks will be sorry
I'm missing their Christmas cheer,
But when I get home, I'll have to tell them
How I had Christmas here.
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Posted: Dec 2010
About this poem:
A quiet Christmas.
Comments (8)
... I added another response.. to your chicken comment...sanctuary....
Great write anyway...Niah
A terrific write, you have the reader feeling he/she is right there with you, drinking that sassafras tea and enjoying the stew.
I had to smile though at the thought of your gelding named Bill. I must confess to an involuntary "ouch" when I read that.
Kindest regards
Fellsman (Bill)......
Fellsman,
Bill was my father's horse and had been gelded as a yearling colt since he was already starting to look at the mares and fillies with a young man's interest. As good as a young stud he was, Dad knew he'd make a better gelding and an amazing ranch horse. Most ranches could only afford one stallion and Dad was busy riding ours who constantly needed to be ridden and have a "job", lest he become irritable and mean.The riding kept his good manners in check and dad let me ride the stallion from time to time. Dad told me to take Bill (whose given name was BillJac). Bill was dad's best ranch horse next to the stallion and dad knew I'd be just fine riding him. :) Bill was very partial to snow cones and soft-serve ice cream during the summer. :)
LB,
Believe it or not, it was quite cold that Christmas and thank goodness for fleecey clothes, gloves and socks. That tea was wonderful and really helped keep the cold at bay. It really was beautifully magical that morning and that memory will stay with me always. :)
While home from school on vacation.
It started to snow and soon covered the trail,
But I knew my exact location.
Memories come flooding back when I read this poem...Life is never the same without dear old Mum and Dad.