“Snow Day” A Poem by James Lockhart

The morning clouds hung low 

Signaling the comin snow 

 

The herd was bunched up down by the crick

They know snows a comin’ quick 

 

The cows are smart enough to get out of the wind 

It’s gonna get as cold as sin

 

The tractor cranked oh so slow,

Like it didn’t want to go out in the cold

 

Even though it was noon 

The sky was a grey, cold gloom 

 

I made my round a chorin the farm

Then skidattled back inside where it was warm

 

The sky got white as could be 

The snow was falling where you couldn’t see

 

White

That’s all there was 

on the ground and up above 

 

I was reminded of the lamb,

And his never ending love 

 

There’s something special about snow 

I sat by the fire 

I pondered awhile 

 

And after giving it much thought 

I decided I was lucky to have such a lot 

 

I’m warm, dry and well fed

Plenty of wood for the stove

A good way to be, beings I’m a half century old.

 

James Lockhart lives near the Kiamichi mountains in southeast Oklahoma. He writes cowboy stories and fools with cows and horses.