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				<description><![CDATA[Cowboy wisdom that city-slickers can put to work. &#8220;Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters, since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.&#8221; &#8211; Colossians 3:23 &#8211; 24 (NIV) Here&#8217;s a trip back to the poetry [&#8230;]]]></description>
					<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><em id="gnt_postsubtitle" style="color:#770005;font-family:'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:1.3em;line-height:1.2em;font-weight:normal;font-style:italic;">Cowboy wisdom that city-slickers can put to work</em></p> <h4><span id="en-NIV-29541" class="text Col-3-23">&#8220;Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters,</span><span id="en-NIV-29542" class="text Col-3-24"> since you know that you will receive an inheritance from the Lord as a reward. It is the Lord Christ you are serving.&#8221;<br />
&#8211; Colossians 3:23 &#8211; 24 (NIV)<br />
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<p>Here&#8217;s a trip back to the poetry corner.  If you&#8217;re discouraged about the kind of work that&#8217;s available to you currently, you might find this helpful.  Here&#8217;s cowboy poet Red Steagall:</p>
<div id="attachment_644" style="width: 310px" class="wp-caption alignright"><a href="https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg"><img data-recalc-dims="1" fetchpriority="high" decoding="async" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-644" class="size-medium wp-image-644" src="https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946-300x300.jpg?resize=300%2C300" alt="Barb wire as a witness" width="300" height="300" srcset="https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg?resize=300%2C300&amp;ssl=1 300w, https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg?resize=1024%2C1024&amp;ssl=1 1024w, https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg?resize=35%2C35&amp;ssl=1 35w, https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg?resize=760%2C760&amp;ssl=1 760w, https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg?resize=400%2C400&amp;ssl=1 400w, https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg?resize=82%2C82&amp;ssl=1 82w, https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg?resize=600%2C600&amp;ssl=1 600w, https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg?w=1520 1520w, https://i0.wp.com/www.therealgeobooth.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/02/FencePost150203-e1423004641946.jpg?w=2280 2280w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a><p id="caption-attachment-644" class="wp-caption-text">Shorty was here</p></div>
<h3><span style="color: #243333;"><strong>The Fence That Me and Shorty Built</strong></span></h3>
<p>We’d picked up all the fencing tools<br />
And staples off the road<br />
An extra roll of “bob” wire<br />
Was the last thing left to load</p>
<p>I drew a sleeve across my face<br />
To wipe away the dirt<br />
The young man who was helping me<br />
Was tuckin’ in his shirt</p>
<p>I turned around to him and said,<br />
“This fence is finally done<br />
With five new strands of ‘bob’ wire<br />
Shinin’ proudly in the sun</p>
<p>The wire is runnin’ straight and tight<br />
With every post in line<br />
The kinda job you’re proud of<br />
One that stands the test of time.”</p>
<p>The kid was not impressed at all<br />
He stared off into space<br />
Reminded me of years ago<br />
Another time and place</p>
<p>When I called myself a cowboy<br />
I was full of buck and bawl<br />
I didn’t think my hands would fit<br />
Post augers and a maul</p>
<p>They sent me out with Shorty<br />
And the ranch fence building crew<br />
Well, I was quite insulted<br />
And before the day was through</p>
<p>I let him know that I’m a cowboy<br />
This ain’t what I do<br />
I ain’t no dadgummed nester<br />
I hired out to buckaroo</p>
<p>He said, “We’ll talk about that son<br />
When we get in tonight<br />
Right now you pick them augers up<br />
It’s either that or fight.”</p>
<p>Boy I was diggin’ post holes<br />
Faster than a Georgia mole<br />
But if a rock got in my way<br />
Well I simply moved the hole</p>
<p>So when the cowboys set the posts<br />
The line went in and out<br />
Old Shorty’s face got fiery red<br />
And I can hear him shout</p>
<div>“Nobody but a fool would build<br />
A fence that isn’t straight<br />
I got no use for someone who ain’t<br />
Pullin’ his own weight.”</div>
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<p>I thought for sure he’d hit me<br />
Glad he didn’t have a gun<br />
I looked around to find a place<br />
Where I could duck and run</p>
<p>But Shorty walked up to me<br />
Just as calm as he could be<br />
Said, “Son, I need to talk to you<br />
Let’s find ourselves a tree.”</p>
<p>He rolled a Bull Durham cigarette<br />
As we sat on the ground<br />
He took himself a puff or two<br />
Then slowly looked around</p>
<p>“Son, I ain’t much on schoolin’<br />
Didn’t get too far with that<br />
But there’s a lot of learnin’<br />
Hidden underneath this hat</p>
<p>I got it all the hard way<br />
Every bump and bruise and fall<br />
Now some of it was easy<br />
But then most weren’t fun a’tall</p>
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<p>But one thing that I always got<br />
From any job I’ve done<br />
Is do the best I can each day<br />
And try to make it fun</p>
<p>I know that bustin’ through them rocks<br />
Ain’t what you like to do<br />
By gettin’ mad you’ve made it tough<br />
On me and the whole crew</p>
<p>Now you hired on to cowboy<br />
And you think you’ve got the stuff<br />
You told him you’re a good hand<br />
And the boss has called your bluff</p>
<p>So how’s that gonna make you look<br />
When he comes ridin’ through<br />
And he asks me who dug the holes<br />
and I say it was you</p>
<p>Now we could let it go like this<br />
And take the easy route<br />
But doin’ things the easy way<br />
Ain’t what it’s all about</p>
<p>The boss expects a job well done<br />
From every man he’s hired<br />
He’ll let you slide by once or twice<br />
Then one day you’ll get fired</p>
<p>If you’re not proud of what you do<br />
You won’t amount to much<br />
You’ll bounce around from job to job<br />
Just slightly out of touch</p>
<p>Come mornin’ let’s redig those holes<br />
And get that fence in line<br />
And you and I will save two jobs<br />
Those bein’ yours and mine</p>
<p>And someday you’ll come ridin’ through<br />
And look across this land<br />
And see a fence that’s laid out straight<br />
And know you had a hand</p>
<p>In something that’s withstood the years<br />
Then proud and free from guilt<br />
You’ll smile and say, ‘Boys that’s the fence<br />
That me and Shorty built’.”</p>
<p>&#8211; Red Steagall</p>
<p>Your work is a witness for you or against you.  Commit to doing your best and you can be proud of what your work says about you.</p>
<p>By the way, if you&#8217;d like to hear Red Steagall recite this poem, you can watch it <a title="Red Steagall his own self" href="http://youtu.be/Wx9FADTUlwY" target="_blank" rel="noopener">here</a>.</p>
<h4><span style="color: #243333;"><strong>So how about you?</strong>  How are you remaining engaged and striving to give your best in your current job? Add your comments below.</span></h4>
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