I read a true story about the trail drives of old that had to do with the way the Chuckwagon cook would place the Chuckwagon every night on the trail drive. It got me thinking about some inspirational thoughts and the guidance we need from above. This is a serious poem titled A Guide From Above.

In the history of the West and the days of old

from the era of cattle drives, a story is told.

A Chuckwagon accompanied the herd each day,

so the Cowboys could have food along their way,

but wherever it was they made camp for the night,

the old cook was careful to do one thing just right.

He'd look at the night sky from afar

and placed the wagon with the tongue pointing toward the North star.

Then every morning when daylight came,

their northerly direction would be the same.

When they drove those cattle forth,

they knew their direction would be true North.

In modern life, our directions are sometimes unclear

with demands and distractions from life and career.

We have no chuckwagons or cattle drives,

but there's lots of confusion in the things that we strive.

Like the Cowboys of old, let's do this just right

and follow a heavenly guide every morning and night, happy trails.