BTEXDAD
07-19-2006, 03:55 PM
A COWBOY'S VIEW OF REINCARNATION
What is reincarnation? A cowboy asked his friend
It starts, his friend told him, when your life comes to an end.
They comb your hair, wash your neck and clean your fingernails,
then put you in a padded box away from life's travails.
Now the box and you goes in a hole that's been dug into the ground.
Reincarnation starts as soon as you're planted beneath that mound.
Them clods melt down, just like that box and you who is inside,
and that's when you're beginning your transformation ride.
And in awhile the grass will grow upon your rendered mound,
until someday upon that spot a lonely flower is found.
And then a horse may wander by and graze upon that flower
that once was you but is now your vegetative bower.
Well the flower that the horse done ate along with his other feed
makes bone and fat essential to the steed.
But there's a part that he can't use and so it passes through,
and there it lies upon the ground, this thing that once was you.
And if by chance, I should pass by and see this on the ground,
I'll stop awhile and I'll ponder at this object that I've found.
And I'll think about reincarnation, life and death and such,
and I'll come away concluding "Why you ain't changed all that much."
compliments of Tumbleweed Smith
Big spring, Texas
What is reincarnation? A cowboy asked his friend
It starts, his friend told him, when your life comes to an end.
They comb your hair, wash your neck and clean your fingernails,
then put you in a padded box away from life's travails.
Now the box and you goes in a hole that's been dug into the ground.
Reincarnation starts as soon as you're planted beneath that mound.
Them clods melt down, just like that box and you who is inside,
and that's when you're beginning your transformation ride.
And in awhile the grass will grow upon your rendered mound,
until someday upon that spot a lonely flower is found.
And then a horse may wander by and graze upon that flower
that once was you but is now your vegetative bower.
Well the flower that the horse done ate along with his other feed
makes bone and fat essential to the steed.
But there's a part that he can't use and so it passes through,
and there it lies upon the ground, this thing that once was you.
And if by chance, I should pass by and see this on the ground,
I'll stop awhile and I'll ponder at this object that I've found.
And I'll think about reincarnation, life and death and such,
and I'll come away concluding "Why you ain't changed all that much."
compliments of Tumbleweed Smith
Big spring, Texas