MY AUTUMN RIDE
There are people we meet on our journey through this life that we never forget. For me Jacob Nowland is one of those people. He is a mountain man, buck skinner, horseman, singer and poet. Jacob, like me, is getting along in years and he sent me this poem he wrote that puts meaningful words to his autumn of life. – J. Wayne Fears
MY Autumn Ride
by Jacob M. Nowland
The night makes way for mornin’ light
The day has just begun
At the pasture’s gate I anticipate
Some warmth from the rising sun
The breeze is cool, there ain’t no dew
There’s autumn in the air
My favorite time of year is here
As I whistle for the mare.
She comes to me as if she knows
And she knows a thing or two
I saddle up and off we go
Just like we always do.
And as I ride these woodland trails
I’m glad I made this choice
The saddle squeaks, and nature speaks
To me in a whispered voice.
“This beautiful day you’re ridin’ in
is part of God’s own plan
He changes seasons in the year
And seasons in the man.
Now you’ve come far and you’ve done well
But there’s one last thing to say
Your leaves are brown, they’re floatin’ down
Your winter’s on it’s way.”
I think awhile, then with a smile
I scratch my bearded chin
And thank the Lord for the wonderful gift
Of this cycle that I’m in.
The autumn of my life is here
But I have no regret
I’ll make my ride to the other side
But wait, it ain’t winter yet!
My beard is white, my eyes are dim
My back’s a little sore
From tryin’ to do all the things
That I can’t do no more.
But I thank the One who made me free
To set my own life’s course
To slip my boot into a stirrup
And mount up on a horse!