Keith Allison, D.Dn, freelance
writer in Yakima, Washington.
When I hang up my
spurs at the ending of day
And quench my thirst with a drink,
I ponder the causes which privilege me
To come to this place; and I think.
When The Lord in his wisdom created this land
And gave me this earthly abode,
He surely had reason to think that I would try
To carry my part of the load.
So I pray to my Maker that others may see
My joy in my chores here on earth.
And these are my words to those who would hear,
For whatever good they are worth.
“For those who are willing to carry the load
Let hope spring eternal, for they
Are the world’s future leaders. Ambitions aside,
Let them lead and show us the way.
To the shirkers of duty who know no remorse,
And who think that all favors are free,
Let them follow my footsteps from dawning to dusk
And learn what has beckoned to me.
Let them learn that their freedom was won at great
That there are no free favors in life;
And to feel that the world owes them more than they
Invites their dream ending in strife.
Then, if nothing else matters to those of this ilk,
Let them learn that above all other things,
To set good example as we travel along,
Is reward that nothing else brings.”
I know, on the morrow, ere the sun crests the peak,
My foes will stand at the gate
To challenge my intent to hold my domain,
And the right to determine my fate.
So, it’s up at the dawn and on with my spurs,
As I saddle my steed for the fight.
Then it’s back here at dusk to conquer my thirst
And rest my tired bones for the night