The Jones' Journey: A Poem

Friday, November 25, 2011

A Poem

Dusting and cleaning can wait til tomorrow,

For babies grow up

(we've learned to our sorrow)

So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep

Cause I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.

~Autor Unknown to me.

3 comments:

DeEtta @ Courageous Joy said...: Dakota has a beautiful head of hair! I can't believe how big Kimber is....; November 26, 2011 at 3:02 AM
Sarah said...: Oh, Becky! I really enjoyed this post and the two before it! And LOVED seeing the photos of little Dakota Rose. She is adorable! You have a beautiful family!; November 26, 2011 at 4:29 PM
~Tammy~ said...: HAPPY BIRTHDAY EL GEE!; December 16, 2011 at 2:55 AM

Code of the Cow Country

It don't take such a lot o' laws to keep the rangeland straight. Nor books to write 'em in, cause there are only six or eight. The first one is the Welcome Sign, written deep in Western hearts. My camp is yours and yours is mine in all cow country parts. Treat with respect all womankind, same as you would your sister. Care for neighbors strays, and don't call cowboys 'Mister'. Shut the pasture gates when passin' through. And takin' all in all, Be just as rough as pleases you, but never mean nor small. Talk straight, shoot straight; never break your word to man nor boss. Plumb always kill a rattlesnake; don't ride a sore-back hoss. It don't take law nor pedigree to live the best you can. These few is all it takes to be a cowboy and a man!
~Author Unknown