The Journey
The day started out like so many others
Breakfast, dishes, chores, feeding foals & mothers
The day was bright, sunny, & cool
Out of the wheat field we chased goats, & two mules
Dogs chasing rabbits through an old rusty pipe
Herds of wild hogs root up good pasture sometime last night
Down in the bottom land I see cows grazing
Trailing behind them is the new crop of calved they'll be raising
We start ridding the fences, & stringing hot wire
Traveling on the four wheeler we puncture a tire
No since getting mad over this
We'll just start a new chore, to the garden & disk
Later that day we head into to town
For seed, fertilizer, and feed for the hounds
Old farmers setting & telling stories outside the feed store
Young boys loading our trucks & asking for one more
Back to the home place, more work to be done
We grab a bite, then make more rounds before the setting sun
Soon the time comes for the stock to be fed
But there are many more hours of work before we go to bed
Sleep comes easy when you put in a hard day
And it's that good kind of work, I thank God for when I pray
Just another day like so many others
I snuggle close to my husband under the covers
Little did I know this night would be my last
For late tomorrow my Chreished husband will pass.
I will always love you Tom Carter, Cheryl
The day started out like so many others
Breakfast, dishes, chores, feeding foals & mothers
The day was bright, sunny, & cool
Out of the wheat field we chased goats, & two mules
Dogs chasing rabbits through an old rusty pipe
Herds of wild hogs root up good pasture sometime last night
Down in the bottom land I see cows grazing
Trailing behind them is the new crop of calved they'll be raising
We start ridding the fences, & stringing hot wire
Traveling on the four wheeler we puncture a tire
No since getting mad over this
We'll just start a new chore, to the garden & disk
Later that day we head into to town
For seed, fertilizer, and feed for the hounds
Old farmers setting & telling stories outside the feed store
Young boys loading our trucks & asking for one more
Back to the home place, more work to be done
We grab a bite, then make more rounds before the setting sun
Soon the time comes for the stock to be fed
But there are many more hours of work before we go to bed
Sleep comes easy when you put in a hard day
And it's that good kind of work, I thank God for when I pray
Just another day like so many others
I snuggle close to my husband under the covers
Little did I know this night would be my last
For late tomorrow my Chreished husband will pass.
I will always love you Tom Carter, Cheryl
