The Next Year People, Brand new poem Options

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The Next Year People

The preacher picked us out of a stream
of National Western Stock Show enthusiasts
as we walked toward the entrance gates
on an icy sidewalk.
He approached spraying spittle,
pointed with a grimy hand,
and shouted loudly.

"Are you people of faith?
Do you believe"?
Uh-oh, I thought,
nobody, but nobody, shouts
at Grandma.

Later, over ice cream,
she said, “I've been thinking
about that sidewalk preacher
and what he was yelling.

I should have stopped
and told him of our belief.
It is pure faith to turn bulls in with cows
and believe that, come spring, there will be
Rambunctious white faced calves bucking
and bawling and butting heads.

And when we bury tiny seed
a quarter inch deep in dry soil,
we believe a miracle of lushness
will happen to feed us and our livestock.
Is that not faith?

When hard times come,
we hang on like leeches
and believe that next year
it won't hail out the wheat,
or rain on our fresh cut hay.

Next year, all the cows will have twins
and we will be able to pay the bank.
Oh yes, I should have told him,
We believe and have great faith
because we are next year people."

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I am not stopping by with a critique for you...I see very little that needs changing. I just wanted to tell you how much I enjoyed this poem of simple faith. Hard working folks have to rely a lot on this pure faith...and you are right...in light of the current economic failures...we are going to need more of it than ever. May God bless us all...
~Marcia~