Tuesday, January 26, 2016

Grazing ~~ a Tuesday Platform Poem


Southern Cattle Grazing

They nibble, take a bite here and again
Going down by the slough, green and grassy
They'll stop, something substantial for the cud
Southern cows, babies in tow, males clumped

Happier today, fresh pasture beckons
Carry their plate, it would be very full
Mention food and they'll come from miles and miles
Southern Baptist cattle, they like to eat

Bibles are on chairs saving their places
Younger ones, a few older, have iPads
Dollar for the plate, quarters for kids
Preacher gets paid, tells their sins, Bible says

Another bite, piece of cake, coffee calls
They've grazed enough, tummies full, chew their cud
Listen to the preacher, God hating sin
Sing songs, praise the Lord, Jesus in their hearts

Do we think all cows will go to Heaven?


 
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 - Photos and Poem Copyright © 2016 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

Notes:
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 - I'm linked with Kerry O'Conner at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, The Tuesday Platform, which on Tuesdays is an open forum.

 - Bottom pictures were taken 1-24-2016 at the Second Baptist Church, Houston, FM 1463 Campus (link) where we had our annual "Great Big Breakfast."  Turnout was great, we had 20 eight-foot tables of food.  
 
 - I hope I'm not being sacrilegious here.  Actually I do believe that all animals, God's creatures, will go to Heaven, they are eagerly waiting (Romans 8:18-25 [click here]).
 
 - Top picture is a part of the flood control network for our subdivision, Cinco Ranch, in Katy, Texas (link).  It was formerly farm land, rice fields and pasture land.  There are no cows grazing here anymore.  Note the 2.1 mile walking trail around this part of the network.  We walk a mile or two, 30 minutes doctor's orders. 
 

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11 Comments:

At Tuesday, January 26, 2016 1:52:00 AM, Blogger Vinay Leo R. said...

The first verse actually made me visualize a countryside, Jim, but the poem moved a completely different direction after that!

 
At Tuesday, January 26, 2016 3:25:00 AM, Blogger Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

LOL, I had the same experience as Vinay Leo R. Either way, it's one of my favourites of yours, Jim.

 
At Tuesday, January 26, 2016 4:21:00 AM, Blogger Marian said...

Good one, Jim. I'd say more astute than sacrilegious. :) Those pancakes look delicious! Now I'm hungry.

 
At Tuesday, January 26, 2016 6:20:00 AM, Blogger brudberg said...

Should we call McDonalds a maker of bovine angels? I think it would be hard to eat hamburgers then

 
At Tuesday, January 26, 2016 9:44:00 AM, Blogger kaykuala said...

Yes, Dr Jim, for all the sacrifices extended to humankind on a silver platter of sirloin steak, rib, ox-tail and even the lowly burger!

Hank

 
At Tuesday, January 26, 2016 9:57:00 AM, Blogger Mama Zen said...

"Southern Baptist cattle, they like to eat"

That just made my day, Jim!

 
At Tuesday, January 26, 2016 10:29:00 AM, Blogger Kerry O'Connor said...

Thanks for sharing the experience, Jim.

 
At Wednesday, January 27, 2016 10:17:00 AM, Blogger Susie Clevenger said...

Nothing like the cattle call to dinner on the grounds. Great poem!

 
At Wednesday, January 27, 2016 11:39:00 AM, Blogger Buddah Moskowitz said...

Excellent - loved the metaphor and descriptive language. Yes, cows will go to Heaven for they are also part of creation.

 
At Thursday, January 28, 2016 11:08:00 AM, Blogger ~Broken voices~ said...

Now I will see everything different when I'm at one of those breakfast get together.

 
At Saturday, January 30, 2016 3:28:00 PM, Blogger Stacy Lynn Mar said...

this poem reminds me of home.
lovely and descriptive.

 

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