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R. K. Hart


He Rides The Dog Fence.

He Rides The Dog Fence.

He rides the dog fence a top his red grey horse,
Checking for damage, camels, sand, and wild dogs the source.
He rides for hundreds of red miles of the Australian outback,
Dust blown storms have come and passed covering all sign of the track.

He carries out his duties with all excellence,
Nevertheless, evening comes he sleeps beside the same dog fence.
Billy tea, damper and rabbit stew this is his evening meal,
He dunks the damper at journeys end because the crust is like steel.

After his meal comes the hour that makes the early hours drag,
When he takes from his saddlebag a book wrapped in an old flag.
The book he found weather beaten against the fence,
Till that time he'd heard of the book as one of common sense.

Now this weather beaten book meant so much more,
For Timothy had told him that these were words Jehovah did score.
Paul had said, all have sinned and of the glory of God come short,
Fear not that the gift of God is eternal life, this a sinner's passport.

He discovered as he rode the reddish ground,
That ones name in the book of life must be found.
Jesus the Lamb has a book named after him,
Not taken Him as Savior, then your name is not within.

So having read the weather beaten pages,
The fence rider made the decision made through the ages.
Seeing 'the world' meant that God loved him and into His hands he was won,
For God so loved me he gave his only begotten Son.

R.K.Hart 23/1/2013

Submitted: Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, January 25, 2013
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  • Bri Edwards (11/14/2013 7:04:00 PM)

    i can't understand the first comment. the last line looks like it rhymes to me. an interesting tale, but i preferred talk of camels and rabbits to religious matters. oh well, you can't please everyone! thanks for sharing. i liked the steel bread part. :) i assume damper is bread, not being an australian myself. (Report) Reply

  • Margaret Haig (1/25/2013 5:40:00 AM)

    Good poem ray but the last line doesn't sond finished it hasn't rhymed, But it's only my thoughts (Report) Reply

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