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.

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Comments (8)

niah9
Wonderful Readerofsouls....keep em coming...love the tales....it's like having trips around the world at Christmas...
... I added another response.. to your chicken comment...sanctuary....
Great write anyway...Niahteddybear grin
ReaderOfSouls
Glad you like 'em, Niah. wine hug I have lots more where those came from and will share them as I get a free moment. I love learning about different Christmas customs and traditions around the world- like traveling in my computer chair. :)
paloma66
WOW!!!!!!!!!WOW!!!!!!!!!!I just loved this,like a fireside story,so cosy so sweet what more can I add.Well I loved it these simple joys appeal to me.You write so well,it goes to the heart.: thumbs up thumbs up handshake wine angel bouquet bouquet
Fellsman
Hi Ros

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)...... christmas sad
Ladybee42
so cool ROS, stuck in the wilds and making the best of it - even seeing it not as worse but an alternative christmas day, full of natures real beauty, no fakes or chopped off dead bits, but the real living thing. you there in the front seat watching the best christmas show and drinking hot tea. you can make city dwellers yearn for this with these lines...hug thumbs up thumbs up bouquet bouquet
ReaderOfSouls
Thank you all so much for your kind comments and warm words. handshake hug

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. laugh 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. :)
ReaderOfSouls
This memory always takes me back and is hands down, of of my all time favorites. wine santa waving
Odette67
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.

Memories come flooding back when I read this poem...Life is never the same without dear old Mum and Dad. angel
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