The Shimmerin’ Tinklins a West Cache Creek
fer two days it had been freezin’
we wuz scoutin’ up West Cache Creek;
ridin’ close to the tree-lined bank
a bit west a Turkey Creek.
thar th’ creek had pert-near froze
an’ iced over from side t’ side.
Mason reckon’d it wuz perty thin;
yet four meybe five wagon’s wide.
then Zach had this hankerin’ to mischef,
so he stopt and pickd up a stone.
he aimed it fer near ’bout mid-stream
‘at rock, over tree-high, he thrown!
o it flew in a lovely arc, it did;
then crashed plum thru the ice.
an’ bless my taters whut happend next,
turned our thoughts t’wards paradise!
a sharp crack, then a ripplin’
then cascadin’ cymbals a sound;
as the ice-shattered circle expanded,
with us on the bank, spellbound.
hunderds a shimmerin’ tinklins
wafting soft-like along the wind,
echoed across the ice-covered stream;
back and forth, agin and agin!
of all the sounds we ever heard,
pure beauty twas ‘at music thar!
I swan ever time I ponder it;
it wuz like angels a sayin’ a prayer!
an’ I hope an’ pray we’ll never ferget
those tinklin’ cymbals so sweet!
may thar melody with us ever abide
’til Jesus our Savior we meet!
– Jerry Dan Deutschendorf