Merry christmas !!!!
This is my favorite time of the year.
This is my favorite christmas poem I hope you enjoy it.
Two burros
The burro was the last one left,the adoption pen was bare.
The were not surprised, for he looked the worse for wear.
But the youthful couple wanted him, no matter how he looked.
The longer they looked at him the better they were hooked.
The forms were signed, the money paid, they put him in the truck.
To get him back to the ranch, they needed lots of luck.
This burro was pretty wild and scared, and fresh from Nevada range.
And back at the ranch they wondered if he would ever change.
The couple worked to tame him,and October came and went,
But he had a mind of his own,his spirit was unbent.
November was no better for whenever the folks came near,
The burro fussed and kicked and trembled from the fear.
December came and with it cold, the taming process slowed.
Each time they tried to work him, the doggone weather snowed.
And as the Christmas time approached, the mother's time came too,
For she was about to have a child and soon the birth was due.
The father had to go to work on the day of Christmas Eve.
While he was gone it began to snow, a storm not to believe.
As he was driving home from work the snow began to lift
For just a moment-he saw the road was blocked by a giant drift.
He trudged the quarter mile to home, through the blowing snow.
When he arrived he found his wife just pacing to and fro.
Her pains of birth had started to come, her nerves beginning to were.
The truck was just too far away-he couldn't carry her there.
(As soon as he began to pray, a mem'ry came at last-
Of a woman great with child so many years in the past
riding a burro to bethlehem just before a birth
The birth of baby jesus about to come to earth.)
He bundled up and then went out to the burro's snowy yard,
And whispered to the beast,"What I ask is hard;
I know your scared and so am I, but I need help from you
To get my frightened wife to town before the birth is due.
The burro came over to the man,softly nuzzled his face,
As if to say,"yes, i'm afraid, but I will take your place.
Carefully i will carry your wife through this blowing snow.
You and I will get her to where she needs to go."
So then the father placed a halter on the burro's head,
And led him to the house and helped his wife from bed,
He lifted her to the burro's back and with a prayer ha led
The burro with its precious load, the mother filled with dread
Through the drifts they struggled on and with a little luck
At last they found the place in the road, arriving at the truck.
He lifted his wife onto the seat, and turned around to face
The burro heading down the trail back to the old home place.
Soon the couple found the clinic in the snowy town,
And while she labored he just paced, walking up and down,
But he thought about two burros, years apart, in his mind,
Two humble burros which took part in miracles, in kind.
HAPEY TRAILS.
