The other day I met a man,
it was a meeting I did not plan.
He appeared to me for just an instant,
from a place I felt was distant.
There have been other times,
that I am sure I’ve seen his signs,
the meanings of which I learned to read,
but on this day he came to lead.
I hadn’t asked but he lent his hand,
and showed the marks left on the land.
Up along the trail he led,
and found the spot to park the sled.
It was one of those days when things went right.
The work was hard, but the load seemed light.
The logs just rolled with the greatest ease,
as if they floated on the breeze.
The steers stood chained to their tree,
and chewed their cud and looked at me.
I’m not too sure just what they thought,
but to me his visit meant a lot.
C.B.R 10/94
Carl , this is a good one I really like it a lot. Taylor Johnson