August 1996 Letters to the Editor
Here's a poem that came to me the other day.
A Horseshoer I'll Stay
Shoe'n horses has been my way
For dang near thirty years
It looks as though I'm here to stay
Flip hip ha'ray, three cheers
Oh I've took on some regular work
and punched a clock or two
But it seems my boss would be a jerk
'bout tell'n me what to do
Shoe'n horses has been good you see
There's been good times and some bad
But by golly I work for me
And for that alone I'm glad
I wouldn't trade my way of liv in
For the best job in any town
And the best I'll keep on givin
a keep'n them ponies sound
I'm passing along this hope to your readers.
The Way to Get to Heaven
A man knocked at the Heavenly Gate
His face was scarred and old
Lie stood before the Man of Fate
For an admission to the fold.
What have pou done? St. Peter asked
To gain admission here?
I have been a Horseshoer, Sir,
For many and many a year.
The pearly gates swung wide open
St. Peter touched the belL
Come in and choose pour harp, he said
You have had your share of hell.
Albuquerque, New Mexico