Cowgirl Poetry At The Ranch Pen

I am away from the Ranch Pen this week, but in observation of National Poetry Month, and life out on the Lone Prairie, I’ll share these two cowgirl poets, Yvonne Hollenbeck and Kristyn Harris. The first poem, Yvonne Hollenbeck Goes To Town is familiar to all us gals out here in the sparsely populated country where we sometimes end up in town in our working outfits and the newspapers are desperately searching for any kind of news.

And until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy this talented young lady, Kristyn Harris, singing Carry Me Back To The Lone Prairie.

Listen To Our Hearts On Easter Week

I am away from the Ranch Pen, so I’ll re-share this post from last Easter week–my sentiments are exactly the same.

First jonquils on the home place

First jonquils on the home place

During Easter week, any words I can come up with sound lame to me, so today I’ll just share this beautiful song by Geoff Moore. If you think anybody in this clip needs a hair-cut just close your eyes and listen with your heart.

That might be a good idea, anyway.

God bless all y’all and enjoy Geoff Moore singing Listen to our Hearts.

Shakespeare And An Irritating Problem At The Ranch Pen

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Break of day at the Ranch Pen

In observation of National Poetry Month, I was looking around the internet to put together this post on Shakespeare’s Sonnet 29, and a thought struck me like a bag of bricks on the head as things sometimes do (almost literally if I’m not wearing my glasses) and–actually that reminds me. Since the frame of my glasses split over my left eye, my eyebrow tends to get caught in the crack and pulled. So unfortunate. Now I need new frames and who wants to waste a bunch of time trying on new ones only to buy a pair they will surely hate every time they startle themselves in the mirror? Not me. Excuse me one second while I jot down a note to myself on my kleenex…

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Okay, I’m back. Where were we…Ah, yes.

I have always thought Sonnet 29 particularly apt to the farmers and ranchers who make their livings off the land and are totally at the mercy of the heavens (weather). In reading different commentaries on the internet, however, I realized Shakespeare’s words mean something different to everybody but most people can find something with which to identify in Sonnet 29. I hope you can too.

Sonnet 29

When in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself, and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art, and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts my self almost despising,
Haply I think on Thee, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For Thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.

~William Shakespeare~

 

Until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy David Wesley singing this amazing Amazing Grace medley.

*This artist doesn’t necessarily endorse my blog, I just love his singing and the songs.

 

Still Celebrating Poetry Month At The Ranch Pen

via wisegeek.org

via wisegeek.org

That lighthouse better have a firm foundation

Songs are just poetry set to music, so today for National Poetry Month, I’ll share a part of one of my favorite old hymns, How Firm A Foundation, published in 1787 in a collection of hymns by John Rippon. It’s good, good stuff in a world full of crumbling foundations.

How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord,
Is laid for your faith in His excellent Word!
What more can He say than to you He hath said,
You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?

In every condition, in sickness, in health;
In poverty’s vale, or abounding in wealth;
At home and abroad, on the land, on the sea,
As thy days may demand, shall thy strength ever be.

Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed,
For I am thy God and will still give thee aid;
I’ll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand
Upheld by My righteous, omnipotent hand.

The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose,
I will not, I will not desert to its foes;
That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake,
I’ll never, no never, no never forsake.

Until next time, God bless all y’all and enjoy Fernando Ortega singing How Firm A Foundation.

*This artist doesn’t necessarily endorse my blog I just love his singing.

Ode To A Little Goat (Deceased)

by EK Johnson

by EK Johnson

Danni composing poetry

In celebration of National poetry month, I’d like to share one of my own original compositions straight from the Ranch Pen. Enjoy…if you can.

Ode To A Little Goat (Deceased)

You came to the Ranch Pen needing a home

because there in town, you tended to roam.

You were slightly confused, thought your mom was a dog,

You nursed her like a hog.

 

The grandkids loved you, everything was swell,

How could I know you were not very well

with you slurping from your bottle with nary a care,

your hooves in my underwear?*

 

The next morning, imagine my surprise,

when I went out and found you drawin’ flies!

Forgive me, dear little Starbuck, I’m down on my knees,

now…pass the ketchup, please.

 

 


No, Gramps and I did not eat the little goat. He was given a Christian farm burial and now rests in peace. And, seriously, Starbuck the goat was fine on Saturday night, but on Sunday morning he was curled up like he was asleep, dead as a door nail. My sincerest condolences to my young friend, Sarah, who trusted me not to inadvertently kill her goat…to no avail. And sympathies to Starbuck’s foster-mother dog who actually did nurse the goat along with her litter of pups.

*If you have ever bottle fed an exuberant baby goat you probably have had hooves in your underwear, too. If not, you don’t want to know how that happened.

And here are some shots in memoriam:

IMG_5453The nieces loved Starbuck

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Grandkids loved Starbuck

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Starbuck = pure happiness

Until next time, God bless all y’all. I couldn’t find a funeral dirge for a young goat, but I think Starbuck would’ve wanted us to be happy and move on with our lives. So, with that in mind, enjoy comedian Tim Hawkins waxing poetical in song with my personal favorite–his classic Delilah.

*This artist doesn’t necessarily endorse my blog, but he makes me laugh and snort my ice tea up my nose.

 

 

 

 

Celebrating National Poetry Month At The Ranch Pen

Painting by Harvey Dunn

Painting by Harvey Dunn

April is National Poetry Month and since spring has finally sprung down here at the Ranch Pen and everything outside needs done at once, I’ll just share some favorite poetry. This poem by William Wordsworth is entitled Written In March and speaks of a time long past for most people. And sadly so, I think.

Until next time, enjoy, and God bless all y’all.

 

Written in March

The cock is crowing,
The stream is flowing,
The small birds twitter,
The lake doth glitter
The green field sleeps in the sun;

The oldest and youngest
Are at work with the strongest;
The cattle are grazing,
Their heads never raising;
There are forty feeding like one!

Like an army defeated
The snow hath retreated,
And now doth fare ill
On the top of the bare hill;
The plowboy is whooping- anon-anon:

There’s joy in the mountains;
There’s life in the fountains;
Small clouds are sailing,
Blue sky prevailing;
The rain is over and gone!

~William Wordsworth~