~The year that was~
I just stand here in the twilight, leanin’ on the ol’ top rail.
Watching cattle at the manger, as 09 goes down the trail.
The snow has settled cross the mountains, clouds are grey and hanging low.
As I ponder all my blessings and the lifestyle I love so.
Stackyard filled with summer’s labor, cows content and lookin’ fine.
From our house I hear the family, can’t believe all this is mine.
Seems just yesterday I was the youngster, bouncin’ on my daddy’s knee.
Now my own kids walk beside us, one is 7 the other three.
And while the measure of our treasure seems pretty small down at the bank,
As I stand here in the evening, I’m overwhelmed with thanks.
It’s amazing how we struggle with the worries that fill our life.
When what’s actually important is healthy kids and happy wife.
Or good friends to share a Pepsi, the smell of rain on a summer day.
A pony’s ears pricked toward the skyline, perfect dew for balin’ hay.
Newborn calves with shiny noses, the first green up in the spring.
Starry skies o’re a western desert, ears to hear a meadowlark sing.
It’s the small stuff, often trampled, that really makes my life complete,
Like a sunset of an evenin’, knowin’ the kids have food to eat.
May your cupboard hold lots of groceries, may your well never run dry.
May your children call you blessed, may your best horse never die.
May your banker have lots of patience, may your calves all come as twins.
May your knees be bent in meekness as you close your day with Him.
May your sweetheart be beside you, in all you do and all you dream.
May you pull the plow together, like a gentle, well broke team.
May your face be found a smilin’ weather facing friend or foe.
May the grass grow over your stirrups and the garden weeds grow low.
Life is what you make it, better grab it by the horns!
Don’t forget to search for roses even though there will be thorns.
Many thanks for all you give me! Many thanks for cows and land!
Many thanks for drops of blood shed and the marks there in His hand.
May we all greet the new year, with gratitude for all we see,
as we look out at the blessings that belong to you and me.
Another year lays here before us, fresh and new like brand new snow.
I’ll do my best to do this one better, than the one I just let go.
Live each day like I am dying, cause in all reality, we are.
Try to make a little difference, to folks both near and far.
Guess that’s quite a bit of thinkin’ for a guy who just feeds cows.
But we all reap what we sow, even if we don’t own plows.
Try to do as you’d have done to you seems like great advice.
And to quote another philosopher, “Keep yer stick on the ice”!
Leanin' H
Darrell Holden
December 31, 2009
I just stand here in the twilight, leanin’ on the ol’ top rail.
Watching cattle at the manger, as 09 goes down the trail.
The snow has settled cross the mountains, clouds are grey and hanging low.
As I ponder all my blessings and the lifestyle I love so.
Stackyard filled with summer’s labor, cows content and lookin’ fine.
From our house I hear the family, can’t believe all this is mine.
Seems just yesterday I was the youngster, bouncin’ on my daddy’s knee.
Now my own kids walk beside us, one is 7 the other three.
And while the measure of our treasure seems pretty small down at the bank,
As I stand here in the evening, I’m overwhelmed with thanks.
It’s amazing how we struggle with the worries that fill our life.
When what’s actually important is healthy kids and happy wife.
Or good friends to share a Pepsi, the smell of rain on a summer day.
A pony’s ears pricked toward the skyline, perfect dew for balin’ hay.
Newborn calves with shiny noses, the first green up in the spring.
Starry skies o’re a western desert, ears to hear a meadowlark sing.
It’s the small stuff, often trampled, that really makes my life complete,
Like a sunset of an evenin’, knowin’ the kids have food to eat.
May your cupboard hold lots of groceries, may your well never run dry.
May your children call you blessed, may your best horse never die.
May your banker have lots of patience, may your calves all come as twins.
May your knees be bent in meekness as you close your day with Him.
May your sweetheart be beside you, in all you do and all you dream.
May you pull the plow together, like a gentle, well broke team.
May your face be found a smilin’ weather facing friend or foe.
May the grass grow over your stirrups and the garden weeds grow low.
Life is what you make it, better grab it by the horns!
Don’t forget to search for roses even though there will be thorns.
Many thanks for all you give me! Many thanks for cows and land!
Many thanks for drops of blood shed and the marks there in His hand.
May we all greet the new year, with gratitude for all we see,
as we look out at the blessings that belong to you and me.
Another year lays here before us, fresh and new like brand new snow.
I’ll do my best to do this one better, than the one I just let go.
Live each day like I am dying, cause in all reality, we are.
Try to make a little difference, to folks both near and far.
Guess that’s quite a bit of thinkin’ for a guy who just feeds cows.
But we all reap what we sow, even if we don’t own plows.
Try to do as you’d have done to you seems like great advice.
And to quote another philosopher, “Keep yer stick on the ice”!
Leanin' H
Darrell Holden
December 31, 2009