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Fort Gibson, Oklahoma
About Sherri Blaylock



Stop and Smell the Flowers

Riding across the country
Feeling the horse between your knees
In the shadow of the boulder
And the cool shade of the trees
Along clear bubbling streams
Hillsides and flat grassy plains
I gaze at all the wildlife
And the flowers that have no name
Thinking how it must have been
One hundred years before
When you could count on your friends
You never locked your door.
You knew the folks that you could trust
If you ever needed a hand
Just call  and they came on the run
And backed you to a man
Now this thing called progress
Has ruined this way of life
Instead of peace and harmony
The world is filled with strife
People keep getting smarter
But they've forgotten how to live
Thinking of no one but themselves
It's all take and no give
Every one is in a hurry
Traveling wagon roads now paved
I don't know what the rush is
They're just going to the grave
Give me back the old days
Good friends, a horse and saddle
A rope that seldom misses
When tossed at ornery cattle
Give me lots of open spaces
So that in my final hours
As life slowly slips away
I can say I've smelled the flowers  

2002, Sherri Blaylock
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without permission.



My Job

I wake in the morning early
And think of the day ahead
I stretch and yawn, toss the covers back
Dreading to leave this bed.
There's breakfast to cook and critters to feed
Before I hit the saddle
Riding over the pastures
Checking the fences and cattle.
What I do for a living
Doesn't pay very well
But punching a clock in a factory
Would be some kind of hell.
Have you been on the back of a horse
In an early morning mist
Or watched the dew on the grass
By the sun being kissed.
Heard the call of a soaring hawk
Felt the prairie breeze upon your cheek
Gaze at the beauty of wild flowers
Or listened to a babbling creek
Watched a majestic buck
Sharpen his antlers on a cedar tree
These are things I love the most
And best of all they're free.
I'm not rich in money
I don't count my wealth that way
I'm thankful for a good horse
And the friends I have today
I'm a simple girl who loves simple things
Life, open spaces, my job
When my time here is over
I won't feel I've been robbed
Maybe there's a ranch in heaven
And if I get there someday
I can get a job doing what I love
With a little better pay.

2002, Sherri Blaylock
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without permission.

Sherri tells us: I wrote this poem while working on 3 Forks Ranch in Oklahoma. I enjoyed working there, it was hard work but I really enjoyed it. I believe someone* once said the outside of a horse is good for the inside of a person. I truly believe that, and there are some things in life you just can't put a price on.

*That was Winston Churchill, who said "There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man."





About Sherri Blaylock:

I live in Fort Gibson, Oklahoma and wrote "Stop and Smell the Flowers" while working on a 2,300 acre cattle ranch. I spent a lot of time on horseback, which gave me a lot of time to think about life and what have you. I am the mother of two girls. I don't work on the ranch anymore, but we team pen, trail ride, and the girls do the local shodeos. I also worked as a guide in Rocky Mountain National Park in Estes Park, Colorado. The mountains affected me while I was there and I do find myself homesick for them from time to time. As I said in my poem, life is just much to rushed nowadays and we should all stop and smell the flowers.



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