The following is a young Cowboy's poem
explaining his feelings of Easter.
This poem was sent to me by the author
Vickey Stamps, and is Copyrighted and used
with permission of the author.
Thank you Vickey...
*Ziplo*

Easter Cowboy 

Vickey Stamps
©  Copyright 1989

He thought on the upcoming holiday, 
and took off his hat for a while.. 
He let his mind drift, go back in the past, 
and his face lit right up in a smile. 
He was thinking ‘bout folks that loved him, 
and ‘bout being seven or eight, 
dressed up in a ‘Sunday go ‘ta meeting suit’ 
while swinging on their town house gate. 

He’d head on back in the house pretty soon, 
get out of these city ‘duds, 
hang out in the kitchen, watch Mama cook, 
snap beans and peel ‘em some spuds. 
Dad was out hiding some eggs for him, 
Ma had dyed with the colors of spring, 
and he was day dreaming like little guys do, 
as to what tomorrow would bring.
 
In church they’d again told the story, of the Miracle of a cave, 
Where a wonderful man named Jesus lay after his life he’d gave. 
Then low and behold, the best of it all, 
came the part he plum’ loved ‘ta hear. 
Them soldier’s standing guard at the cave, 
went running off in fear. 

Beautiful Angels come to stand, 
and smiled with a Holy light, 
for the Man the world thought put to death, 
had rose at the end of night. 
Now the Cowboy reckoned it had ‘ta be so, 
yet he knowed some still would doubt, 
and call it nonsense..this Easter Stuff, 
that folk’s kept talking about. 

He knew how it felt, then and now, 
and he’d never regret that he knew, 
of the long ago story of a Miracle cave; 
he knew that it had to be true, 
for there’d be no reckoning for things he’d see, 
for comfort, for sounds, and for love, 
for the happiness he didn’t always deserve, 
and that beautiful sky above, 
for the rain, for the sun, all them flowers that grew, 
for the birds that sang, for the new mornings dew.
 
Well, he’d put back his hat, head on down the road, 
tackle some more of Earth’s heavy load. 
He figured it nice that he’d rested awhile, 
forgot the worlds troubles and let his mouth smile. 
A cowboys gotta stop and think on life some, 
‘fore he tackles the work that hasta get done. 
Yeah, he liked it a bunch being seven or eight, 
out a swinging on that old town house gate.

I Love To Tell The Story

  I wish for all of you 
a Happy and Blessed Easter...
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  March 2002