A Rainbow
of
Emotions
By
S.G. McKinley
A Rainbow of Emotions
Copyright 2012 S.G. McKinley
Published by Sharon Watson
Smashwords Edition
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Author’s Note:
This book is a compilation of various poems I have written through the years. There is sadness, joy, love, and numerous other feelings inside that make each one unique. Some are written in a style as if back in the days of old. Others are more modern.
Living In The Country
A Country Morning
You get up in the morning,
The birds are singing their song,
The dogs are scurrying and scuffling about;
You wish it would last real long.
You go to your window,
Look out and see a cow,
Then you pray a thankful prayer
That you can live life now.
You start your daily chores,
Then you sit to rest,
You think about the good things;
What things are the best.
You listen to the different sounds
Each animal makes then,
You smile as you hear them,
Praying all over again.
Thank you God, for this day;
For the animals away out there,
Thanks for my home and my friends;
They’re better than I can find anywhere.
Thank you God for the little things
That make life so good and free,
Most of all, I thank you God,
For me just to be me.
Country
Down a lonesome road where nobody else is near,
Beside a sleepy creek as your horse stands grazing,
You sit by your campfire pondering days ahead,
Thinking on your life and the children you are raising.
Cowboy
He wakes to the sound of the birds chirping their tune,
Getting up from bed looking out at the moon,
It’ll be a long hard day in those far fields,
Once it’s all over he gives thanks for the yields.
He gets him some coffee and walks out the door,
Sometimes his worries make him walk the floor,
The fences need mending, the tractor stands ready,
Seems work on the farm will continue to be steady.
The cows are calving just about every day,
The horses need shoeing and all livestock needs hay,
The barn is old and the middle is bowed,
The man wonders just when his place can be sold.
The wrinkles in his rugged but handsome face
Show years of torment and there are stories you can trace,
He walks with a swagger, slightly bowed at the knees,
His smile shines brightly to everyone that he sees.
Somehow the hay gets bailed and hauled in,
The livestock will be fed and grain stored in the bin,
The young ones grow, being sold at the barn,
The cowboy can be able to keep his family farm.
His woman and kids never complain,
They lived this way through long years of pain,
They have never known modern or easy through years,
Their hands worked hard as they shed many tears.
The kids will grow up, knowing right from wrong,
They watch their folks work and hear their mom sing her songs,
The man and his wife will be together till the end,
This family struggles on as family and friends.
A Peaceful Life
The birds are singing and flying around,
The cows are lowing and roaming the ground,
Horses run free and buck and play,
The sun comes up to make another long day.
The back fences need mending and the fields need sewed,
A farmer ponders over the money owed,
The auction will get the next few calves that’s born,
He will once more replace clothes that are worn.
The wife churns her butter, and bakes on the stove,
The children all help out in the peach grove,
The well is running quite low since last rain,
It’s about time to store up the grain.
The work starts early and ends late at night,
Playtime is scarce and seems out of sight,
Horses and buckboards roll through the town,
Where there is no such thing as pavement around.
Overalls, straw hats, old boots and gingham,
No frilly laces but plenty of denim,
Old cowboys in chaps, and tobacco in jaw,
Most of them are quite quick on the draw.
These folks know hard work, but still can live free,
They never complain and treat others nicely,
Their livestock and quilts and handiwork thrives,
They all will remain fond and not bitter about their lives.
Country Life
There’s a stream rippling slowly as it runs through the woods,
A deer lifts its head proud and majestic where it stood,
Birds are singing and flying through the air,
Animals are rambling and searching as much as they dare.
Skies are clouding, and rain’s coming close now,
Farmers are circling in fields on their tractors and plows,
Women are hanging clothes out on their line,
Children do chores and go to bed around nine.
Back Home
Listen to the birds sing and hear the chickens peck,
Poppa’s cussing the mule and just raising heck,
The far pasture’s growed up; the cattle need tending,
The old fencerows in the east forty need mending.
Sister’s barefoot, playing in the dirt,
Mama’s in the barn helping Uncle Bert,
Brother’s in town selling calves and a foal,
To pay off some bills is his and Poppa’s goal.