Fill Them Up To Overflowing
There's nothing forged by mortal man
Can measure full the gain,
When God swings wide ol' Heaven's Gate
And sorts a day of rain.
No vessel on a sun-baked ranch
No dog dish, gauge or pail
Can hold the flow and endless worth
A soaker can unveil.
You'd barter with the Devil sure
If rain against soul was bet,
Because on both knees you've prayed for months
With not an answer yet.
More natural than breathing air
See, every drop's a gift,
All creatures livin' feel the charge
When clouds begin to shift.
And thunderheads show in the west
The breeze turns damp-not burned
Your soul might be the Devil's toy
But for now the sky has turned.
As lightning flashes, thunder screams
Most cattle bunch to hide
The horses race the barbed wire south,
They feel it deep inside.
Anticipation, same as you
Heaven's gate blows back,
A gully washer's on it's way
The drought's now under attack.
So fill them up to overflowing
Each gauge, and pail and dish,
The Devil may have gained a soul
But cowboy, you got your wish.
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
A day of wishful rain thinking comes to pass.
Comments (8)
Of life, as gentle rain amidst a drought, it can be said See, every drop's a gift. Hopefully, nobody has to barter with the Devil sure If rain against soul was bet. I felt the rain coming from all sides.
I've never made a bet or deal with the Devil for some worthy drops. But I have known some ranchers that have come close. I imagine the rain in Boston is close. Soothing in summer, cold in fall and winter.I love the way the earth smells so fresh and clean after a refreshing wash. :) I'm glad that you could feel every drop.
The more I read your poems like this...the more I see of the Australian outback experience. There's a lot of common ground with Texas....bigger than. I had a look at the cowboy terminology site you sent me and I'm gradually wading through the terms....some fascinating ones there. Cheers my Texas buccaroo.
I am in danger of running out of superlatives, you tales of life in the saddle seem if anything, to just get better...
Kindest regards
Bill x
As writers, we should strive to become better. :) You know, the day after I had posted this poem here, it did indeed become cloudy and started misting a bit. Today it is raining. :)It's actually very Celtic-like. :) I'd like to think that this is simply coincidence, but it is most welcome. :)
I'm glad that you enjoy my work. :)