Christmas Blessings to All

I wish the most blessed Christmas to everyone. My Man wrote this poem a few years back and would like to share it with you.

Makin’ Your Way

By John Simmons

The cold wind had a sharp bite

Snow was startin’ to fall

He had stayed too long in Montana

Longer than he should have stayed at all

He had drifted up here from Texas

Back when the calves were born in the spring

It was the talk of good payin’ wages

After a couple of pretty lean years

A lifetime a-doin’ cowboy work

Had helped to earn him top dollar

The thought brought on a smile

And warmed the cold air around his collar

Off down in a valley

His eye caught a light

Someplace dry and warm; even the old barn

Would suit this wintry night

As his foot hit the front porch step

The old dog alayin’ there begin to stir

The aging house door creaked slightly open

And what do ya want stranger

Was the first thing that was heard

Just a place to bed down for the night

I don’t mean no harm

Just a place for me and my pony

I’ll be gone for early dawn

Come on in stranger

I hope I didn’t come off too strong

The wife is a fixin’ some supper

It’ll soon be ready; won’t be long

He reached into his saddlebag

Some jerky and dry beans was all he had

There had to be some kind of offering

And this wouldn’t be bad

The young man told a story

Ranchin’ was the life he chose

Tryin’ to make a livin’ of hay and horses

And how the goin’ had really been slow

As they bowed their heads the young rancher prayed

And the stranger knew where he stood

And he tried to remember

When bread, beans and jerky tasted so good

He was offered to bed down by the fire

And his mind came to a slow pace

He dreamed of the nearing Christmas, his mother

And his ranch back at the home place

Leaving ‘fore dawn as he promised

He traced the mornin’ sun on the land

I’ve made my home and my life

Ridin’ the trail in Gods hands