Okay Imark3000, your got us into reading that poem, slowly, and we had to read it again. And Thelma tells us about this poem she keeps beside her computer. And it's all real. So just to oblige YOU to read, slowly - always read slowly if it is worth reading - now you have been dragged in to what is stuck on my fridge door (C'mon, you can imagine yourself being a cowboy or cowgirl) On my fridge:

I am grateful that I'm placed so well
That I lived my freedom so complete
No slave to anybody else’s hell
Nor weak-eyed dealer on Wall Street

Just let me live my life as I've begun
And give me work that's open to the sky
Make me a partner of the wind and sun
And I won't ask a life that's soft or high

Let me be easy on the man that's down
Let me be square and generous with all
I'm careless sometimes when I go to town
But never let them say I'm mean or small

Make me as big and open as the plains
And honest as the horse between my knees
Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze

Forgive me if sometimes I forget
You know about the reasons that are hid
You understand the things that gall or fret
Well, you know me better than my mother did

Just keep an eye on all that's done or said
And right me sometimes when I turn aside
And guide me on that dim trail ahead
That stretches upward toward the great divide