|Poems by Carl Evans # 4
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THE OLD SHEPHERD
by carl evans 2004
He'd spent many years being a good shepherd to his sheep,
travelling across the land and climbing the mountains so steep.
He would lead them to pastures green and the slow moving streams
across the vales of shady haze and through the mountains sunny beams.
He'd traveled this life for many years since he'd left his troubled home
and had passed through many lands fulfilling his desire to roam.
Once he was a family man who loved his children and wife
and enjoyed the times they shared and felt he had a blessed life.
Then came the fire on that night that carried them all away
none knew how it had started but it had ended his glad day.
The neighbors extended to him sympathy and kindness
but nothing seemed to ease the feelings of his sadness.
T'was nothing he could have done even if he'd been nearby
but nothing he could say or do would keep him from his cry.
He was empty from feeling sad for he'd cried them all out
and now he was filled with despair and many a doubt.
Where did he go wrong in life? What else could he have done?
Thus were his many thoughts while he was thinking all alone.
After a few days of this kind of thinking, he met with his pastor friend.
They talked a lot and shared some thoughts but his pain did not end.
Therefore, he made a decision to leave his old homeland behind
and he traveled through many states trying to lighten his mind.
He saw sights he'd never seen in wandering across the open land,
and even though they eased his mind, he was still a lonesome man.
Out in the west, he came to a small town to buy some food
and read a weeks old newspaper ad that sounded to him so good.
It was about a shepherd that was needed far away
to tend to a flock of sheep and live with them every day.
He traveled to that far land and began his livelihood
and as he learned from his sheep, his soul began to feel good.
After he'd been there a while his tears began to subside
and his soul was comforted for in HIS Shepherd he'd confide.
The years came and went for him and he'd grown through every one.
He'd learned a lot from the sheep and about life from the SON.
Somehow, he'd packed his Bible when he'd left his old homeplace
and he could understand now about God's amazing Grace.
He'd had several yearnings to have another family
but he was contented here since they would meet eternally.
For, on that day, when all the dead in Christ would surely rise,
they'd meet together in those beautiful heavenly skies.
It was on a normal day when the young man came to call
and the shepherd could tell that the lonely man had built a wall.
His name was Sandy said he and he'd gotten this far today
and wondered if he could rest before he started on his way.
The old shepherd let him stay as long as he wanted to
for he saw a need in him that he could guide him through.
They walked together through the mists of that great wonderland,
enjoying the peacefulness underneath the Master's hand.
The scenes brought about healing to the young man's ailing soul
and prepared him to receive God's forgiveness to be made whole.
That night around the campfire he gave up his lonely quest
and committed his life to the ONE who was their nightly guest.
After he confessed his sins and let the Savior come in,
he found far more than he sought for Jesus became his friend.
Time passed for both of them and as they followed their slow sheep
Sandy's knowledge of the Lord had been grounded very deep.
His questions became fewer as their working days went by,
for he'd learned from the Master how not to let self have its' try.
They parted after their months together for Sandy hankered to go to town
to see what he could find but the shepherd followed his sheep around.
When Sandy got to a small sized village he began to look for work.
He was in good shape and he'd been taught not to be a shirk.
The old shepherd continued with his sheep but was now a bit lonely
for he missed his friend traveling with him through the scenery,
but he had his best friend along to talk with and walk with every day
so he was contented like the sheep to find green forage along the way.
Years passed while the old shepherd grew older and every day more tired
and began wondering if his employer was satisfied with the one he'd hired.
Then one day, as he took his sheep down to the ranch in the valley
he turned them into the sheep pen for their shearing and saw Sandy.
Sandy had a woman and 3 children with him as he met his old guide
and introduced them all to him as he held his arms out wide.
He questioned him about his job and asked how his health had been
and they talked about the things that'd happened since they'd last seen.
Sandy asked the old shepherd if he'd like to come and live with them
that he'd thought about the shepherd and every day had prayed for him.
The old shepherd was told that he would be a Grandfather to his own
and he agreed to do so and traveled with Sandy to his new home.
The town was still small but prosperity was showing in the town
and Sandy took him by the church and helped the old man down.
He said that he'd found his future mate a few days after he got in
and he found Gods' ministry in helping some people deal with sin.
The townspeople built a church building and called him as pastor
and as he taught God's Word to them, the church grew faster.
He'd told them about his own search and about the shepherd he'd found
and how God had taught through this wise man to a little lost lamb.
The old shepherd lived several years with his adopted family
and lived to see a new generation being prepared for eternity.
When he passed on to meet his reward from the God he'd served
the small town turned out to memoralize the rest he deserved.
For the old shepherd had faced his trials of life and learned
that faith placed in the Savior Jesus Christ is never spurned.
by carl evans 2004
Once upon a time, he had been a simple family man
who had all he needed and he obeyed the Master's plan.
His wife was dear to his heart and he cherished her company,
and provided the best that he could for his family.
He was a hard working man for that's how he'd been raised
plowing the fields of crops waiting for the fall harvest days.
He'd learned patience through waiting for the grains to fill,
so he could have some of it ground into some good corn meal.
But when his wife began to cough all day and night,
he could not understand how he could make her right.
They were expecting their first child with great joy
wanting a healthy one whether a girl or a boy.
As she began to lose weight he would sit and hold her hand,
and they would talk for hours for he was a loving man.
When she breathed her last he didn't know what to do
so he continued farming, trying to work it through.
There came a time when he gave up on the crops and farm
and sold it all and began to try to outrun the storm.
He took his money and personal property
and rode away from the farm and out of his community.
He traveled through the states trying to find serenity
but the memories would return and steal his harmony.
He shied away from people when he could find the way
so he wouldn't have to tell why he's traveling that day.
He paused along the way to replenish his goods
but he'd always depart for the deepest of woods.
Finally, he'd passed through some sandy hills and cold streams
that would better help him to satisfy his own dreams.
He settled between two hills with a spring above
to provide water for his peaceful little cove.
He began to cut some trees for him a little house,
it wouldn't have to be big for he didn't want a spouse.
He cleared a few acres in the valley to farm
so he could live alone and free without harm.
There was a good size swamp down on the Bull Bayou
where he could trap beaver for the furs and food too.
He reasoned that he could truly support himself
and enjoy his efforts providing a little wealth.
After his house was built and chinked with mud and straw,
he enjoyed his seclusion in that little sheltered draw.
He farmed his few acres raising food for him and his horse
and built some furniture to enjoy in his leisure of course.
His tools were simple but did all the jobs just right
and he could enjoy his fruits while resting in the moonlight.
He still had some of his money so he bought a milkcow.
She would have a calf soon and he'd use the milk somehow.
He'd captured some wild hogs that'd ran through the swampland
and thus he'd be closer to being a selfsupporting man.
He built a barn for horse and a smokehouse for meat
and his harvest would come in and he could rest his feet.
That winter he killed some deer to salt it away
added to his pork in the smokehouse for a cold day.
In all of his solitude, he was surely content
until the dreams started and the message it sent.
Every night the dream would come and cause him to awake.
The image of his wife and child would cause his heart to ache.
They would say to him that he must get on with his life
to stop running away and find him another wife.
He began cutting trees and hewing them into crossties
and stayed up late at night and then sleep til sunrise.
He would haul the ties to the railroad ten miles away,
knowing the things he needed, it'd be nice to have a payday.
His days were filled with hard work til he could barely stay awake
for only then could he rest and have a dreamless break.
After a few weeks of that, he was getting mighty thin
so he tried to sleep more but the dreams'd start again.
Sometimes, he'd get out his Bible and read it for a spell
to calm his troubled soul and make him feel good and well.
On Saturday he traveled to the old country store
to get a few essentials and possibly some news and more.
The country store was like a post office in larger towns,
but here there was friendliness without the questions and frowns.
He'd gotten almost there when he saw a wagon stopped
and as he got closer, he could feel his jaw had dropped.
There was a young woman lifting the broke wagon wheel.
He stared and could see the resemblance was so real.
Everything about her reminded him of his first dear wife
the hair and trim figure caused a jolt to enter his life.
He got off of his horse to offer her a strong and helping hand.
She looked him over and then said, "I'd be thankful if you can".
He found a stout tree limb and levered the new one in place
and by the time he'd finished, sweat was running down his face.
She offered him a cup of cool water and a thank you.
They chatted for a while til he remembered errands to do.
They rode together down the road chatting a little bit along the way
but it didn't mean very much until the groceryman had his say.
After they reached the store, he helped the young lady down
and entered and heard the owner say, "I see you met widow Brown".
The owner told him of the young widow's situation
and how she had carried on in her dedication.
The country folk respected her and helped when they could
after all, she was a widow in their own neighborhood.
He said that they'd been married just a couple of years
when the husband had been caught in a machinery's shears.
He had been a hard worker and respected by one and all
and if someone needed him, he'd be there when they called.
He left the store to find the lady amidst her welcoming crowd
but the way they were looking at him told him no men allowed.
Then she turned around and gazed at him and then smiled
letting him know that later they'd have time to talk awhile.
He returned to the store to pick up his bundle of goods
and tipped his hat to the lady and headed for the woods.
He stopped about a mile out and sat neath the shady tree
and waited for the sound of a wagon and the lady to see.
He climbed back on the horse and rode very slow
aiming to ride with the lady hoping for a chance to know.
He was very shy and stumbled while he was talking with her
but continued in hopes to get to know her better.
They talked about where they came from to this land
and there was a new warmth filling this lonely man.
He asked her if she ever heard of his old hometown
and the look she gave him caused him to frown.
She told him that she had a close relative that lived there
but they'd lost contact since before she came here.
When she told him of her dear first cousin's name
his heart was filled with a new and living flame.
The name she had mentioned had been his wife
and now he sensed that he could get on with life.
They rode together until he pointed out his road
but decided to ride on to help her unload.
After the wagon was unloaded, she invited him in
and they talked about their families and kin.
She'd fixed a simple meal for them to eat
and to him it was a meal not to be beat.
They shared cups of coffee to top off the home cooked meal
and he could sense a closeness that helped him to heal.
He'd told her about his life since he'd left his home
and how he'd made his way and ceasing to roam.
After a while, he stood to his feet and turned to Anne
and began to stutter while he held her delicate hand.
"I'm out of practice in dating but would like to if you can
and I'd like to see you and enjoy your time in this land."
She smiled at him and assured him that she'd like that too
for she'd been lonely and had trouble carrying through.
They parted company but a fire had warmed his heart
and he began to wonder how to do the next part.
When he arrived home he was in a better mood
and as he went to sleep, he thought he understood.
The dreams that night were soothingly different
with an approving message that it had sent.
He awoke refreshed and full of working energy
and spoke to the Lord how good you are to me.
As he went about his chores his mind thought of Anne
and how she could fulfil this lonesome man.
As the months went by they'd spent many hours passing
and found their hearts filled with a new love lasting.
He'd helped her out with her animals and farming
and surprised her as how he could be charming.
They eventually set a date to be joined together
in matrimony by a parson in the springtime weather.
On that day the sun was shining so bright
and the presence of God made it feel right.
He closed his place up and moved into her house
and experienced a new love from his beloved spouse.
When the dreams came again there was happiness
for his past family could see their joy and success.
Ten months later an addition to their home took place.
The little baby was so precious they named her Grace.
For God in HIS mercy had blessed the two of them
and the blessings continued to shower down from HIM.
|THE OLD TIME PREACHER MAN
11/18/2001 Carl Evans
From the time he was seventeen, he'd been preaching
in churches located throughout the countryside.
He would ride his horse or mule to different churches
on Sunday to help the scattered flocks abide.
He'd teach them the truths of God's Word to encourage
the struggling souls and minister to their spiritual needs.
At times, he'd help a farmer plow the fields on a saturday
to show his concern and plant some Gospel seeds.
He lived in an area that no preacher cared to go, for it
was too far just to get a few coins for their purse.
But, preacher Jim was single and had no family to hold
him back from helping people living under sin's curse.
Most of the people in his area could not read nor write,
so he helped them with their education.
The people were grateful for his time and repayed
him in many ways for his simple Godly dedication.
Jim had a small farm and a few animals but
no family to call his own except for some friends.
So he spent much time on his rounds and helped
the smaller flocks reap much spiritual dividends.
In time, he was attracted to a certain young lady
in his flock and soon asked her to be his wife.
She was a blessing to him for she was heaven sent
to touch him and be a helpmate in his life.
Five children blessed their union and now he could
see a change in the direction of his ministry.
For now, he could understand what family was all
about and thus proceeded to train them for eternity.
Each child was taught to read and write and cipher,
for they were taught from Jim's big old black Bible.
He kept them busy on chores for he never wanted
his children to grow up being too idle.
He didn't give up his circuit riding ministry to those
who he had served for many years.
He would come home on Sunday night exhausted to the bone,
but would relate the joy through hugs and tears.
With the bigger family, he was able to farm more land
and sold what he could to others in town.
He'd bought more acres and cows and was considered
by most a success but he still followed his circuit around.
The years had passed and his children had married and
started their own but would visit when they could.
Some lived some distance away while others lived close
by, but their love for their family was understood.
Through all the years, he'd still pastored his country
church flocks with devotion for it was his Godly calling.
He was always available when he was needed or
when someone seemed to be stalling.
He always knew the right words to say to someone
hurting or when not to speak as was the case.
He enjoyed the pleasure of seeing many souls enter
Heaven for it was his calling and place.
As age increased their aches and pains, Jim and Sue
leaned more upon God to get through their daily tasks.
But Jim was still willing to go wherever he was
needed for the people only had to ask.
Eventually, his wife breathed her last midst all he
loving family and went to receive her reward.
Jim was lonesome without her for they'd lived many
happy years serving God in one accord.
When he became so feeble that he couldn't tend
his flock, his son began to preach to them.
He had sat at his daddy's feet and listened to him teach
the Word and had learned a lot from him.
Then one morning, Jimmy came to have their
morning study and found him still in bed.
He called his name and then he reached across to
touch his arm and was shocked to find him dead.
As the family met at the old homeplace to mourn
their loss, others came to pay their respect.
They were from the various flocks in that forgotten
countryside that no one would ever expect.
The day of the funeral dawned bright and clear
for all to come and say their last goodbyes.
Many testified to how he had been such a help to
them and how they'd learned from one so wise.
Today, in those communities are several active
churches which have their own devoted man,
but it would never have been if Jim had listened to
others instead of heeding God's own plan.
Can you see that some things in life is worth the
sacrifice to self if you are following God's voice?
No matter what the sacrifice is, it cannot be weighed
in regards to making His will your choice.
It doesn't take a scholar to preach God's holy
message but it does take a good learner.
Though many preach what pops in to their minds, to
be a good preacher you must be a night lamp burner.
AS THE DAYS GO BY
by Carl Evans
ONCE UPON A TIME HE HAD BEEN A HEALTHY MAN
WITH A FAMILY OF LOVE AND A LITTLE PIECE OF LAND.
HE'D WORKED MANY YEARS TO PROVIDE FOR HIS FAMILY,
THINKING GRAND THOUGHTS OF HIS FUTURE DESTINY.
DREAMS OF GRANDEUR AND SUCCESS FILLED HIS MIND
NEVER NEEDING TO WORRY OR LOOKING BEHIND.
HE'D LIVED HIS LIFE IN HIS OWN FASHIONED WAY,
NEVER THINKING OF WHAT HE WOULD FACE ONE DAY.
THEN CAME THE AGE AND PROBLEMS OF ALL KIND
BUT HE ENDURED IT ALL UNTIL IT TOUCHED HIS MIND.
HE FORGOT THE ONES HE HAD LOVED SO VERY MUCH,
AND WHAT IT FELT LIKE TO RECEIVE THEIR TENDER TOUCH.
THEN ONE DAY WHEN THEY COULD CARE FOR HIM NO MORE
THEY TOOK HIM TO THE "HOME" AND LEFT HIM AT THE DOOR.
THEY VISITED HIM WHEN THEY COULD FIND THE TIME
AFTER ALL, HE WOULDN'T KNOW THEM IN HIS MIND.
THEN THE DAY CAME WHEN HE WENT TO MEET HIS MAKER,
THE ONLY ONES THERE WAS THE STAFF & UNDERTAKER.
THE DAY OF THE FUNERAL DAWNED BRIGHT AND CLEAR,
WITH JUST A FEW OF THE FAMILY HE'D LOVED SO DEAR.
THERE WERE A FEW TEARS THAT ESCAPED THEIR EYES
WHETHER IT WAS SADNESS OR THE SUN IN THEIR EYES.
WHEN HE WAS LOWERED INTO THE PREPARED GRAVE PLOT,
THE FAMILY WAS GONE AND THE BODY WAS LEFT TO ROT.
IF THIS POEM HAS GOTTEN YOUR ATTENTION,
PLEASE FEEL COMPASSION WHEN THE AGED ARE MENTIONED.
FOR ONE DAY IF WE LIVE LONG ENOUGH DOWN HERE,
WE'LL BE IN SUCH A STATE AND KNOW WHO LOVED US DEAR.
LET JESUS CLEANSE AND FILL YOUR SINFUL SOUL
THEN YOU CAN BE A HELP TO MAKE OTHERS FEEL WHOLE.
THE EAGLE IS STILL FLYING
by Carl Evans 10/17/2001
With all that's happened lately, the world wonders if we're strong
enough to fight back the foes that have dealt us so much wrong.
The Eagle is still flying high above this lonesome land
looking around for enemies and helping the weaker man.
We still believe in freedom and will fight for moral rights
to help this land of ours to keep on shining the lights.
No matter what you try to do to this nation of mine
we'll keep on working hard and letting the freedom light shine.
We've given help to many throughout this old sinful land
and had it thrown back at us by evil rebellious hands.
Ask yourself- where would you be if we had not shown mercy
and gave many dollars to free you from adversity?
How many nations have been helped by the love of the U S A?
How many have seen the light and are walking a new way?
We've done our best in helping others to have a better day
and will continue to do so for that's the American way.
But don't think we are easy for that's a foolish notion.
If you think we're weak, wait til our forces get in motion.
So, beware of the evil intentions of all of you
no one escapes from threatening the red, white, and blue.
THERE IS (Psalms 46) Oct. 2002
by carl evans
There is a river that floods us with joy because
our Father is OUR refuge.
We do not have cause to worry nor fear when this
sinful world brings forth its deluge.
There is a strength that is beyond us which lasts
throughout all of OUR earthly days.
It will not weaken if we will just trust the
hopefilled words Jesus says.
There is a high tower that we can find
that gives us a guarded life,
and if OUR hope is in Jesus Christ we'll
fret less when we deal with strife.
There is a place where we can go to find
help that remains stedfast and sure
and if we let Jesus in OUR soul, we'll
remain in Him secure.
Though the nations rant and rave we
shall not be filled with fear
for OUR heavenly Commander is
in charge and always near.
There is a city where we can go to
find sweet peace and serenity.
OUR Savior abides there to intervene
throughout all eternity.
There is an inspired BOOK that we can
read to discover God's words of hope.
Regardless of OUR many trials, in
HIS strength we learn to cope.
There is a home so filled with beauty
waiting there for everyone of us,
and all we have to do is accept the
sacrifice of the Lord Jesus.
When I need help to carry on, I go
to my Savior who hears me
for HE's sitting on the Throne
and HE rules eternity.
I'VE GOT SUNSHINE
by Carl Evans 7/2003
I've got sunshine in my soul today,
for all my sins are washed away.
Jesus came in to my life one day,
now I'm walking in the narrow way.
Tho I stumble every now and then,
I know who saved me from my every sin.
The Holy Spirit did seal my soul
and He promised to keep me whole.
God's Holy sunshine fills me every day,
and keeps me walking in His holy way.
I know I can make it all along the way,
for Jesus promised by my side He'd stay.
Yes, I've got sunshine and it lasts all day long
for Jesus saved me and brought to me a song.
And I will sing it with every breath of air,
til I reach that Heavenly land up there.
by Carl Evans 7/2003
What happened to the good old USA
that'd cause it's people to forget the way?
It was a nation founded for freedom and rights,
but somewhere along the way we've lost that light.
We've allowed selfishness to cloud our own minds
and have left those great values somewhere behind.
What happened to that which parents should teach,
so future generations can be reached?
Train your children in the way they should go
and when they are grown, the right path they'll go.
Have we been so busy fulfilling our goals
that we forget the many needy souls?
They need to see the love that only God can give
and receive forgiveness so in Heaven they'll live.
May we be the shining lights that the world needs
and be the willing vessels for God to plant HIS seeds.
We have the power to fulfil God's own will,
if we will by the Holy Spirit be filled.
I'M SO GLAD YOU CAME
by Carl Evans 8/25/2003
I'm so glad you came to see me today
for I've been having a dreadful day.
I woke up this morning with aches in my bones,
and no one has visited and I've felt so alone.
The doctor says I'm doing really fine,
but I'm having a little trouble with my mind.
I can't remember everyone as I used to,
but I remember the visits and smiles from you.
I can even remember when I held you near
you were always fun to hug and love my dear,
but I can't do the things I used to do
and it leaves me feeling so sad and blue.
Soon, I won't be able to care for myself
but your hugs and smiles'll be my mem'ries wealth.
I hope that you'll come to visit me there
until I go to that heavenly land so fair.
Up there I'll feel great without any misery,
and some day I hope and pray you'll be with me.
Then we both can have some heavenly fun
as we worship God's only beloved Son
CLIMB THE MOUNTAINS
by carl evans 12/1996
Throughout all our weary days
we will face some troubled ways.
Can we so learn from our knocks?
Keep from crashing on the rocks?
Will we have the faith of old
that comforts our ailing soul?
Will we give up and not try
just fall down, grumble, and cry?
Will we trust in man's power
face our days with a cower?
Or will we seek God above
the Giver of life and love?
Will we be like the ten spies
who came back with weak alibis?
Or like the two who did see
trusted God for victory?
The fast of the ten was ill
they forgot whose God was real.
But Joshua and Caleb knew
who it was to take them through.
We know not the names of the ten
but the two became great men.
They went on to great rewards
favored by God with awards.
Joshua led them to a land
empowered by God's own hand.
Caleb chose not to give up
took the hills and bitter cup.
Both were blessed with a great name
listed in Faith's Hall of Fame.
They had faith to lead them on
until their work was all gone.
Can we not do any less
than to strive in righteousness?
Climb the mountains in your life
resting in Christ without strife.
Keep your eyes on Glory
sharing the age old story,
how God came from up above
to prove to all HIS own love.
SO WHAT, WHO CARES
by carl evans 2000
Many people are living lives of immorality
and not caring where they'll be when they reach eternity.
So What Who Cares
Many are being killed by the hatred in their hearts
Many are living off someone else and never trying to do their parts.
So What Who Cares
Many are living in streets without any help from the state.
Their eating is sparse and poor but they've accepted their fate.
So What Who Cares
There are those who are elected to represent the common people in D.C.
but do they really care for hurting and poor families like you and me?
So What Who Cares
There are millions of babies being killed before they are born
but the doctors and other performers involved have no concern
So What Who Cares
There are many radicals whose purpose is to put down the moral rights
because they have been blinded by Satan and can't see God's light.
So What Who Cares
There is coming a day when the light of God will stop shining
in this land of ours and then those same people will be whining.
So What Who Cares
Just let us lay in the pigpens of life and don't rock the boat of sin
for we are content to be found in the situation that we are in.
Because We Just Don't Care Anymore.
BEING THANKFUL 9/6/2007
by Carl Evans
THE BIBLE IS VERY EXPLICIT IN TELLING US TO PRAISE THE LORD,
FOR THE MANY BLESSINGS HE HAS SHOWERED ON ALL THE HORDES.
MANY TIMES WE ACT AS IF IT ALL CAME ABOUT BY OUR INTELLECT AND HAND,
BUT WE BELITTLE GOD IN THINKING THAT HE DIDN'T HAVE A GRANDER PLAN.
IT IS LIKE AN UNLOVING CHILD THAT HOLDS NO THANKS FOR HIS DAD,
FOR PROVIDING FOR HIS FAMILY AND KEEPING THEIR HEARTS GLAD.
PARENTS DESERVE TO BE APPRECIATED FOR ALL THE SACRIFICES THEY MADE
TO HELP THEIR GROWING YEARS BE GOOD REGARDLESS OF THE PRICE THEY PAID.
IT SEEMS TO TAKE MANY YEARS FOR OFFSPRING TO SHOW THEIR APPRECIATION,
TO THOSE WHO'VE GONE BEFORE THEM REGARDLESS OF ALL THE TREPIDATION.
FAR ABOVE OUR FAMILIES AND FRIENDS WE MUST THANK GOD FOR WHAT HE'S DONE
FOR IT WAS HIM WHO PAID OUR SINS BLOODPRICE THROUGH HIS SON.
LET US TRULY HAVE A THANKFUL HEART AND SHOW IT TO PARENTS AND GOD ABOVE
FOR HE INITIATED THE RELATIONSHIPS IN EDEN AND FILLED US WITH HIS LOVE.
PLOWING THE LAND
by Carl Evans 6/2007
AFTER THE FALL HARVEST WAS OVER AND THE CORN AND OTHER DRY FEED WAS PLACED
IN THE BARN LOFT AND OTHER PLACES, THE LIVESTOCK WERE TURNED INTO THE
FIELD TO EAT THE CORN STALKS, PEA AND BEAN VINES. THAT WAS USUALLY AFTER
THE BROWSE IN THE WOODS STARTED DWINDLING DOWN, ABOUT NOVEMBER. IT
FATTENED THEM UP FOR THE WINTER WHEN SOME WERE HAULED OFF TO THE NEAREST
AUCTIONS TO SELL. WE'D HAUL YEARLINGS, AND SOMETIMES OLDER COWS, ALONG
WITH HOGS AND GOATS.
ALONG ABOUT THE FIRST OF FEBUARY DAD WOULD GET READY TO TILL THE LAND.
HE WOULD FIX ANY PLOWS AND OTHER TOOLS THAT HE WOULD NEED TO PLOW. IF THE
PLOWSHARES (THE IRON PART) WERE DULL OR NEEDED FIXING, WE WOULD TAKE THEM
TO THE COMMUNITY BLACKSMITH USUALLY BY WAGON (IF THERE WERE SEVERAL PLOWS).
IF IT WAS JUST ONE OR TWO, WE'D TAKE THEM ON A SLIDE (NORTHERNERS CALLED
IT A SLEDGE) WHICH WAS BUILT BY 2 RUNNERS OF STURDY HARDWOOD LACED OVER
WITH ABOUT 4 HARDWOOD PLANKS. MOST TIMES, THERE WERE GAPS BETWEEN THE
PLANKS SO YOU HAD TO BE CAREFUL WHERE YOU PLACED YOUR FEET. THE RUNNERS
WERE CUT ON THE FRONT END AT AN ANGLE SO IT WOULD SLIDE ALONG THE TOP OF
THE GROUND WITHOUT TIPPING IT OVER. IT WAS PULLED MOSTLY BY A MULE BUT
SOMETIMES BY A PLOWHORSE IN HARNESS WITH A CHAIN COMING DOWN BOTH SIDES
AND CONNECTING TO A SINGLE TREE (A STURDY ROUND PIECE OF HICKORY WITH A
HOOK ON EACH END) WHICH WAS ATTACHED TO ANOTHER PIECE OF CHAIN CONNECTED
TO THE SLIDE. THE SLIDE WAS ABOUT 6 FEET LONG AND 3 FEET WIDE AND SOMETIMES
A LITTLE WIDER. DURING BORING TIMES, WE'D HOOK UP A HORSE OR MULE TO THE
SLIDE AND GET THE ANIMAL TROTTING AND TURN THE HORSE, WHICH CAUSED THE SLIDE
TO SLIDE AROUND. IF YOU DID IT TOO FAST, THE SLIDE WOULD THRILL YOU BY
TURNING OVER AND THROWING YOU OFF ONTO YOUR BACKEND. BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAY
THAT IT WAS NOT ALWAYS A THRILL.
ON THE LAST 6 DAYS OF THE OLD YEAR AND THE FIRST 6 DAYS OF THE NEW YEAR,
WE'D PLANT ENGLISH PEAS AND AFTER THE POTATOS WERE PLANTED ON VALENTINE'S DAY,
DAD, AND MY OLDER BROTHERS (WHEN THEY HAD TIME), AND EVEN MOM AND LATER ON, ME
WOULD START TO TURN OVER THE LAND TO TEAR UP THE GRASS AND WEEDS WITH A
TURNING PLOW. IT WAS THE BIGGEST PLOW AVAILABLE AND BUILT MAINLY FOR THAT JOB.
IT WOULD DIG DEEP INTO THE GROUND AND WITH IT'S SHARP BLADE WOULD TURN OVER
BIG CLODS OF GRASS AND DIRT. AFTER ALL OF THE FIELD HAD BEEN TURNED OVER, THEN
CAME THE GEE WHIZ WHICH DE-GRASSED THE FIELD. THE GEE WHIZ WAS A METAL
CONTRAPTION WITH CURVING ARMS OF IRON SPACED ABOUT 4 INCHES APART TO PICK UP
THE GRASS. WHEN IT BECAME TOO HEAVY (ABOUT EVERY 5 MINUTES), YOU HAD TO PICK
UP THE PLOW AND DUMP THE GRASS PILES AND START AGAIN. IT WAS A SLOW JOB BUT IT
HAD TO BE DONE SO THEY COULD ROW UP THE DIRT TO FORM A ROW. AFTER THE DIRT WAS
ROWED UP, THEY WOULD USE A MIDDLE BUSTER WHICH OPENED THE FURROW IN THE ROW.
THE NEXT STEP WAS TO PLANT SEED IN THE FURROW AND THEN GO OVER IT ALL WITH A
PLOW WITH SWEEPS WHICH THREW DIRT OVER ONTO THE SEED. YOU HAD TO MAKE SURE
THAT YOU DIDN'T PUT TOO MUCH DIRT OVER IT FOR THE SEEDS MAY OR MAY NOT
COME UP. AFTER ALL OF THE PLANTING OF EVERY CROP CAME THE MAINTAINING OF
THE CROP WHICH CONSISTED OF A "GEORGIA STOCK" PLOW (WHICH WAS A TRIANGULAR
SHAPE WITH "WINGS" ON IT). THE 'WINGS' LOOKED LIKE A SPREADED OUT BOOMERANG
OR "V" SHAPED. THEY WERE CALLED SWEEPS. WE WOULD GO DOWN THE MIDDLES (THE
AREA BETWEEN THE ROWS) AND THE SWEEPS WOULD THROW FRESH TURNED DIRT UP ONTO
THE ROWS AND WOULD COVER UP THE GRASS WITHOUT COVERING UP THE PLANTS. THIS
OCCURRED 5 OR 6 TIMES DURING THE SUMMER (UNLESS YOU HAD A LOT OF RAIN)
UNTIL THE PLANTS WERE TALL ENOUGH FOR SHADE TO BEAT THE GROWING GRASS.
AFTER ALL OF THAT PLOWING, THE CROPS WERE CONSIDERED TO BE "LAID BY" WHICH
MEANS THAT YOU HAD TIME TO CAN THE RIPE PRODUCE AND OTHER THINGS. THAT WAS THE
TIME WHEN WE'D GO CAMPING SOMEWHERE ON A CREEK TO FISH AND SWIM AND TREAT YOURSELF
TO A REST FOR DOING A GOOD JOB. IT WAS THE HIGHLIGHT OF THE BUSY SUMMER.
IT WOULDN'T BE VERY LONG UNTIL SCHOOL STARTED UP AND A FEW WEEKS LATER, IT
WOULD BE TIME FOR HARVESTING THE DRIED PRODUCE FOR STORING AND FOR FEEDING
THE ANIMALS DURING THE WINTER. WE WOULD SHELL SEVERAL EARS OF CORN FOR THE
CHICKENS AND FEED THE NUBBINS (SMALLER EARS THAT DIDN'T PRODUCE MUCH) TO THE
COWS AND HORSE AND MULES. WE HAD A CORN CRIB BUILT OF LOGS BUT PLANKED ON THE
INSIDE TO KEEP THE CORN FROM FALLING THROUGH THE CRACKS. THE SHOCKS OF PEANUTS
WERE STORED IN THE BARN LOFT. WHEN WE HAD AN APPETITE FOR PARCHED PEANUTS,
WE'D GO PICK THE DRIED PEANUTS FROM THE SHOCK AND IF THERE WERE NO MORE ON
THE SHOCK, WE'D THROW IT DOWN FOR THE COWS TO EAT.
I HOPE THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND THAT IT WAS A SIMPLE LIFE BUT NOT AN EASY
LIFE TO FARM 40 ACRES WITHOUT TRACTORS. THAT IS WHAT THE PEOPLE WERE USED
TO, THOUGH IT SEEMS "HARD WORK" TO THOSE OF US NOW DAYS. IT REALLY WAS.
EVEN IN MODERN TIMES, THERE ARE STILL PEOPLE (AMISH) WHO FARM MANY ACRES
IN THE OLD FASHIONED WAY. THE HARD WORK KEEPS THEM VERY HEALTHY, ENJOYING
LIFE IN THE SLOW LANE. SOMETIMES, WE ALL NEED TO DO THAT. TOO MANY PEOPLE
NOW DAYS HAVE TOO MUCH STRESS IN THEIR JOBS AND HOMES WORRYING ABOUT HOW
THEY WILL PAY THE CREDIT CARD AND OTHER BILLS, ALONG WITH BUYING THE
NECESSITIES OF LIFE.
WATER HAULING 2007
MY MOTHER WAS GOOD AT "WITCHING" A GOOD WELL OF WATER. SHE'D TAKE A
SMALL FORKED BRANCH FROM A CERTAIN TREE AND IT HAD TO BE A CERTAIN SIZE
AND SHAPE TO HOLD IN HER HANDS WITH THE LONGER PART POINTING AWAY FROM
THE BODY. WHILE HOLDING EACH BRANCH IN HER HANDS, SHE WOULD WALK AROUND
AN AREA - PREFERABLY AS CLOSE TO THE HOUSE AND YARD AS POSSIBLE, UNTIL
THE LONGER PIECE WOULD TURN DOWNWARD. THE STRONGER THE DOWNWARD PULL, THE
BETTER THE WELL WOULD BE. SOMETIMES, THE BRANCH WOULD LITERALLY PEEL THE
BARK OFF INTO HER HANDS. I TRIED IT A FEW TIMES AND IT WORKED FOR ME TOO.
I DON'T KNOW IF CERTAIN CHEMICALS IN OUR BODIES MADE IT WORK OR NOT, BUT
IT WORKED. THERE ARE STILL A FEW PEOPLE THAT KNOWS HOW TO DO IT. SOME
WELL DRILLERS STILL USE THAT TECHNIQUE TO FIND THE BEST PLACE TO DRILL
A WELL. OTHER PEOPLE HAVE EMPLOYED OTHER THINGS SUCH AS CERTAIN WIRE OR
ROD TO FIND WATER LINES AND GAS LINES, ETC..
OUR 42' DEEP WELL WAS "WITCHED" BY MY MOM, AND WE HAD PLENTY OF SWEET
AND COLD WATER MOST OF THE YEAR, UNTIL ABOUT AUGUST WHEN IT WOULD GET
LOW. THE ONLY THING WE USED THE WELL WATER FOR WAS DRINKING, COOKING,
BATHING, AND SOMETIMES TO WATER THE CALVES AND POSSIBLY THEIR MOTHERS
JUST FOR A FEW DAYS AFTER BIRTHING. THEN THE MOMMA COWS WERE TURNED OUT
AND THE CALVES WERE KEPT IN THE LOT (CORRAL) OR THE PASTURE. THAT WAS
BEFORE WE HAD OUR OWN POND DUG. THEN THE CALVES AND COWS COULD GET THEIR OWN WATER.
THERE WAS A SMALL BRANCH (RUN-OFF) THAT HAD A FEW HOLES OF WATER DOWN
BY THE FIELD WHERE WE PLANTED SWEET POTATOES, WATERMELONS, AND A FEW OTHER
VEGETABLES THAT WOULD NEED WATERING FROM TIME TO TIME. WHEN THE PLANTS
LOOKED LIKE THEY WERE WILTING FROM NO RAIN, WE'D GO AND HAUL WATER IN
5 GALLON BUCKETS OR A FOOT TUB (WHICH HELD ABOUT 5 GALLONS) AND WATER THEM.
SOMETIMES, IT WOULD TAKE MANY A BUCKETFUL TO HELP THEM STAY ALIVE.
WALKING DOWN INTO THE BRANCH, FILLING THE BUCKETS, AND HAULING THEM OUT OF
THE HOLE TO THE PLANTS WOULD BE VERY TIRING, BUT IT HAD TO BE DONE TO HAVE
A HARVEST OF GOOD EATING.
WHEN OUR WELL WATER SLOWED DOWN, WE'D HOOK THE MULE OR HORSE TO THE SLED
WITH 2 FIFTY GALLON BARRELS ON IT, AND GO TO THE NEIGHBOR'S HOME AND DRAW
THE WATER OUT OF THE WELL WITH A 2 GALLON BUCKET AND FILL UP THE BARRELS
AND TAKE IT BACK HOME. THE NEIGHBOR LIVED 1 MILE FROM OUR HOME, AND THEIR
WELL WAS ABOUT 70 TO 80 FEET DEEP, AND IT WAS GOOD WATER AND NEVER DRIED
UP. NOW, THAT WELL IS LOCATED UNDER THE NEW HIGHWAY (THE SCENIC HIGHWAY
THAT RUNS NORTH OF TOLEDO BEND LAKE DAM). WE HAD TO HAUL THE WATER BARRELS
SLOWLY SO IT WOULDN'T SPILL OUT. SOMETIMES, SOME OF THE WATER WOULD SPILL
OUT AND COOL ME OFF FOR A TIME. HAULING THE WATER FROM THE NEIGHBOR'S
WELL WOULD STAVE OFF OUR WELL GOING DRY.
ANY CHANCE THAT WE HAD OR COULD MAKE TO HAVE A LITTLE FUN WITH THE SLIDE
WAS WELCOMED. EVEN IF WE HAD A LITTLE WORK TO DO WHILE "SLIDING". THE FUN WAS ALWAYS WORTH IT.