Email
PrintRain
C&I's Poem of the Week for 1/18/2011
The wind in the elms
spoke of rain in the sky.
Like the elm trees, I knew
that the winds sometime lie.
The corn stalks were withering.
The soil was bone dry;
and I prayed, how I prayed,
that the wind didn’t lie.
Bills were too many
and assets too few;
and I knew that the mortgage
was long overdue.
The wind in the meadow
swept o’er the dried grass:
and taunted me, whispering
the drought would soon pass.
This ranching’s a struggle.
There’s some years you win
and some years you take
many blows on the chin….
and there’s sometimes a time
when you’re knocked to the floor,
and you lay there in pain
and can’t rise anymore.
The cattle were languid.
The water holes, dried;
and I carried grief
bottled deeply inside.
The bankers were calling.
“Foreclosure!” they cried.
I prayed, how I prayed,
that the wind hadn’t lied.
Of a sudden I heard it-
the sweetest, dear sounds-
raindrops a slapping
the roof, all around. . .
sweeter than any sounds heard before!
My mortgage payment
was rapping the door.
