TIFF SCHNEIDER
About Tiff Schneider
The Measure of Life
We come into this world penniless and cold,
We leave the same way or so I've been told.
The measure of our life is what's in between,
But it ain't what we own or what we have been.
It's what we do with our days and the lives that we touch,
The ethics and morals we keep to and such.
It's folks we encounter on the trail every day,
And longlasting friendships we forge on the way.
It's knowin' like I do that friends are the key,
They double our joy and divide misery.
They never look on you to judge or to shame,
They listen and care and want only the same.
But we live in a world full of envy and greed,
Folks want what they want, not what they need.
So if we're measured by what we hold dear to our soul,
When I tally my friends, I'm the richest of all.© 2002, Tiff Schneider
Tiff adds: I met my husband, Alan, while learning to two-step. We had so many things in common we lost count. We shared a love of the outdoors, fly-fishing,
hunting, riding, archery and handgun shooting, dancing, rodeos...we even had the same tires on our trucks and the same flavor Tums in the glove boxes!
When Alan passed away from cancer in 2002, there was standing room only at his memorial service. Amid a sea of cowboy hats our friends paid tribute to
a man they truly loved and respected. I wrote this poem to honor them and I know Alan would have said exactly the same words.
About Tiff Schneider:
I'm a Canadian gal, living in the beautiful Okanagan Valley of British Columbia. I come from a long line of farmers and outdoorsmen and have always had an affinity for the simple country way of life. By simple I mean the truth of a handshake, a promise kept, and being ready to lend a hand, an ear or a shoulder when needed. My motto has always been "If it needs doin', do it."
I worked for several years in Toronto, Ontario in the advertising industry
but the stress of big city life and bigger egos got to me, so I gave it up
and moved west. For the past 13 years I've worked in the nursery
industry with a smile on my face and dirt under my nails.
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