My alter ego at large again.

A Cowboy's Christmas

I've drawn the short straw this year,
Staying behind to mind the herd
In a whipping Wyoming winter:
Incessant icy winds, sharp shards of snow,
Barbed-wire hail that makes me bow my head;
But between windburn and white-out
I still manage to see in Christmas,
Stage a naturalistic nativity, look out
And fix the Pole Star above my shack,
Feel the warmth rising from the cattle,
Receive three God-given gifts -
The gold of the dawn;
The frankinscence of the dew;
The myrrh of the pines;
And where is the Child you ask?
I cradle Him inside me, today and always.

Chris Fernie, 2006

Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-12-08 at 22:32

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What a beautiful Christmas story!!!!!!!

it gives me lovely pictures as I read and the last line is so true ... we all carry a child inside us and when we cherrish that child we will be good to life ...

thank you

Beautiful and touching--excellent imagery throughout!

Kathy Lockhart
Chris this is such a blessing to read. The imagery is outstanding and the message is beautiful! xxx

Well just as well this is a very good Poem. : )

~Aaron Rowe

great poem! i loved it! :D keep up the great work! :D