On Cowboy poetry.com they have a picture of a cowboy who has cut a tree down and is getting ready to drag it home, with his rope and horse. It's supposed to "spur" you on, to write a poem about it. This is what I came up with.
Draggin’ in the tree
It’s gettin’ to be that time of year again
To be thinkin’ of ol’ Santy and such
To be thankful for what all we’ve received
I sometimes wonder how we got so dang much
Oh, I know that Thanksgiving is over for this year
and it’s Christmas that's right around the bend
No, I ain’t got my seasons mixed up
You must think I’ve lost my mind, ol’ friend
See, some folks think Christmas is all about recievin’
and maybe that's true for some
But for me Christmas is a lot more about givin’
and bein’ thankful for where I come from
Out here in cow country we’ve sure got some problems
But they ain’t nuthin’ we ain’t faced before
But drought, low prices and politics are the usual
‘Course this time, we got folks off to war
Them soldiers are fightin’ for all of us
and so others might have what we’ve got
Democracy, it’s about the greatest gift we can give
and the price has sure cost us a lot
So I cut this ol’ tree and I’m draggin’ it in
When I stand it up and look at it, I’ll pause
I’ll reflect on all them fine soldiers over there
Passin’ out this gift, playin’ Santy Claus
Draggin’ in the tree
It’s gettin’ to be that time of year again
To be thinkin’ of ol’ Santy and such
To be thankful for what all we’ve received
I sometimes wonder how we got so dang much
Oh, I know that Thanksgiving is over for this year
and it’s Christmas that's right around the bend
No, I ain’t got my seasons mixed up
You must think I’ve lost my mind, ol’ friend
See, some folks think Christmas is all about recievin’
and maybe that's true for some
But for me Christmas is a lot more about givin’
and bein’ thankful for where I come from
Out here in cow country we’ve sure got some problems
But they ain’t nuthin’ we ain’t faced before
But drought, low prices and politics are the usual
‘Course this time, we got folks off to war
Them soldiers are fightin’ for all of us
and so others might have what we’ve got
Democracy, it’s about the greatest gift we can give
and the price has sure cost us a lot
So I cut this ol’ tree and I’m draggin’ it in
When I stand it up and look at it, I’ll pause
I’ll reflect on all them fine soldiers over there
Passin’ out this gift, playin’ Santy Claus