Here is a poem written by Johnny Cash when he was in high school, printed in Man in Black: His own story in his own words. I am leaving to spend a few days in west Texas, and the Poem of the Day will likely be on hiatus until I return. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!


From Man in Black: His own story in his own words
By Johnny Cash

When I consider
Why that I
Was made to live
And made to die,
And know no more
Than what I'm told
In what the Book says,
Centuries old;

My mind goes flying
Far away
To those six great
Creation days,
When light first shone
And trees first grew
When waters ran
And eagles flew;

Then He saw fit
To make me last
To live a life—
And then it's past...

There must have been a reason!