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Greetings 405 listener!
The 405 airs over KMMR Radio Station. At 5 Minutes past 4 PM. Normally each M-F week day of the year. Here on the website we'll get it posted for you within a few hours, normally.
Your neighbor and website maintainer,
D.J. Rasmussen
I want to again welcome you to the four zero five Coffee Break. Guys, it's a new week. Get you a cup of coffee, glass iced tea, bottle of water, glass of milk, lemonade, Kool Aid, whatever you want. Let's see what's happening. Spring wheat, $6.02 a bushel.
OK Solberg:550 pound steer calf, $3.95 on the top end. A butcher hog in Omaha, 63¢ a pound, and a 100 pound fat lamb in Billings will fetch you $2.17, but guys, there's more, much more. Okay. You realize, don't you, that words make music. Of course, now, we know that we can add music to words to make songs.
OK Solberg:We know that. I love music. But what I'm talking about is this, without a band, without guitar or violin, words themselves can make music. I've told you before my fascination with words. I told you half a dozen times the music in Doctor.
OK Solberg:Seuss and in his timeless classic Horton Hears a Who, just listen. On the May 15 in the jungle of Newell, in the heat of the day and the cool of the pool, he was splashing, enjoying the jungle's great joys when Horton the elephant heard a small noise. Guys, you have to agree that makes music without a guitar or a flute. Now listen to this, with that same mindset. He owns the cattle on a thousand hills, the wealth in every mine.
OK Solberg:He owns the rivers and the rocks and rills, the sun and stars that shine. Wonderful riches more than tongue can tell. He is my father, so they're mine as well. He owns the cattle on a thousand hills, I know he cares for me. Did you realize that verse in the song is based on a bible verse?
OK Solberg:It is from Psalm 50 where it says, for every beast of the forest is mine, the cattle on a thousand hills. Psalm 50 verse 10. You know, I'm thinking of cattle today. I'm thinking of cattle and dogs and horses and men. Today was Jim Robinson's funeral.
OK Solberg:I was honored in being asked to conduct the service for him just this morning. Jim lived as a cowboy and he lived to be 90 years old. What a great thing to live upon the prairie of Montana, To live on the prairie of Montana and ride and raise cattle. I want to share a poem I read for Jim today at his service and it's titled, The Cowboy Rode Home. He rode with the sun on his weather worn face.
OK Solberg:At peace on the prairie, his soul found its place. The wind was his hymn, the star knew his name. And he thanked his creator with no need for fame. He loved the wide land where the tall grasses bend. The work never ended, but joy didn't depend on riches or gold, just the scent of fresh rain and the bond of a horse who would ride it again.
OK Solberg:His dog at his side, always faithful, aware, with Isaac and speak in a heart full of care. They'd watch over cattle with steady, sure grace. Each cow and each calf, he'd know them by face. He'd smile at the way through the dust in the den, a mother would spot her own calf through the wind. 500 were balling but she'd never miss, she'd find him and greet him with one loving kiss.
OK Solberg:He'd marvel at lightning that danced in the sky, at the hush of the moon riding silent and high, He'd stop in the stillness and quietly pray, thanking the Lord for another good day. He loved with deep roots like the oak by the stream. His wife was his partner, his life and his dream. His children, his pride, his family, his song, and he taught them what's right by living it strong. Now the saddle sits empty, the boots are at rest, but we know that he rode with the purest and best, the gates of God's pasture swung open wide, a cowboy rode home with the Lord as his guide.
OK Solberg:Here's to Merrily, Holly, and Glen, may you have the peace of God that transcends all understanding. So until next time, as you go out there, remember now, don't be bitter.