The Legend of Raker's Christmas Angel
By Catherine Sampson
High
atop a wildwood mountain
Crowned by leaves of golden autumn
Hanging jewels of crystal water
Kissed by winds of old Keewatin
Lives the radiant Christmas Angel
In peace and homage for the lowly manger
And in her hands lie strands of gold
The sovereign braid of life yet told.
Crowned by leaves of golden autumn
Hanging jewels of crystal water
Kissed by winds of old Keewatin
Lives the radiant Christmas Angel
In peace and homage for the lowly manger
And in her hands lie strands of gold
The sovereign braid of life yet told.
She
spreads her wings to take the flight
As did long ago that wintry night
Godspeed with her to that chosen farm
A Morgan colt whose gift she’s giving
The simple treasurers of life and living.
As did long ago that wintry night
Godspeed with her to that chosen farm
A Morgan colt whose gift she’s giving
The simple treasurers of life and living.
And
as she looks to heaven’s way
She knows she pleased his special day
Smiling St. Francis at His side
Blessing the creatures far and wide.
She knows she pleased his special day
Smiling St. Francis at His side
Blessing the creatures far and wide.
The
Angel’s journey now complete
The message delivered for those to keep
Brings hope and light to a world that cares
The meaning of Christmas, not want or despair.
The message delivered for those to keep
Brings hope and light to a world that cares
The meaning of Christmas, not want or despair.
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| Trillium Moonraker (aka Raker) |
The Christmas Horseshoe Wreath
By Catherine Sampson
These
shoes have trotted the show ring wide
With victory passes and smiles of pride.
They’ve traveled the woodland terrain so bold
Carrying safely the rider as the seasons unfold.
With cold winds blowing as winter draws near
These shoes are pulled for another year.
With victory passes and smiles of pride.
They’ve traveled the woodland terrain so bold
Carrying safely the rider as the seasons unfold.
With cold winds blowing as winter draws near
These shoes are pulled for another year.
Hanging
with honour on this festive wreath
The arc of steel guards the longing belief
That goodness is found in the meekest of men
Not in power and wealth
But in the hand of a friend.
The arc of steel guards the longing belief
That goodness is found in the meekest of men
Not in power and wealth
But in the hand of a friend.
And
when the Farrier comes next spring
His hammer and anvil creating a ring
As the shoes return to protect the steed
Releasing the message and planting the seed
That true strength is not measured
In a metal called steel
But in the humble act of giving
For a caring heart that feels
His hammer and anvil creating a ring
As the shoes return to protect the steed
Releasing the message and planting the seed
That true strength is not measured
In a metal called steel
But in the humble act of giving
For a caring heart that feels
The Christmas Cabin
By Catherine Sampson
The Christmas Cabin sits
so cozy
My hands so cold, my cheeks so rosy
Cowpony chomps at the bit for hay
So with these words, I do pray
My hands so cold, my cheeks so rosy
Cowpony chomps at the bit for hay
So with these words, I do pray
Please keep the winter
cold at bay
Stars shining bright, lead not astray
And dust the trail oh so lightly
That we can still travel sprightly
Stars shining bright, lead not astray
And dust the trail oh so lightly
That we can still travel sprightly
Up and over the Utah
ridges
Crossing natural God made bridges
Round the crooked path we wind
Standing tall, are guarding pines
Crossing natural God made bridges
Round the crooked path we wind
Standing tall, are guarding pines
Elk and deer we don’t find
Jog on by with wary minds
Home to the Christmas Cabin we ride
Carrying a wrapped gift on the side
Jog on by with wary minds
Home to the Christmas Cabin we ride
Carrying a wrapped gift on the side
Music and merry I will
plunk
Guitar and fiddle at my bunk
So please dear Lord keep us safe
As we ride ahead of the storm post haste
Guitar and fiddle at my bunk
So please dear Lord keep us safe
As we ride ahead of the storm post haste
My horse is small but
never a quitter
Regardless of the going and weather bitter
Keep his footing firm and steady
No wolves or cougars at the ready
Regardless of the going and weather bitter
Keep his footing firm and steady
No wolves or cougars at the ready
Keep the sleet from my
bending Stetson
As we prepare for winter’s lesson
Through a maze of green fur branches
I peer warm light as a candle dances
As we prepare for winter’s lesson
Through a maze of green fur branches
I peer warm light as a candle dances
Glorious cabin, now in
sight
Bless you Father of the night
You’ve been our lantern in the dark
Our guide and protector of these parts
Bless you Father of the night
You’ve been our lantern in the dark
Our guide and protector of these parts
My prayer for help has
been heard
Sweet as any singing songbird
Our Christmas Cabin sits so cozy
"Giddyup" my friend
No time to mosey.
Sweet as any singing songbird
Our Christmas Cabin sits so cozy
"Giddyup" my friend
No time to mosey.
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| The Christmas Cabin |
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