Cowboy Poetry: High On the Prairie

After last week's fun of learning all about the Tradition of Cowboy Poetry, I think it would be interesting to continue the theme. Hopefully, I'll get better with time, until then here is my first Cowboy Poem. I can't wait to see what you think!




High on the prairie,

riding along,

is an ole lonely cowpoke

humming a song.


Weathered eyes wandering,

he keeps a hawk's watch

o'er the cattle dawdling

chewing their cud.


Far off a storm brewing,

cattle nerves wearing thin,

the cowpoke keeps humming,

humming a hymn.


"Yes, we'll gather at the river

That beautiful, beautiful river.

Yes, we'll gather at the river,

That flows by the throne of God."


Over the mountains

comes rolling,

a storm with the fury

of the devil.


But the ole lonely cowpoke

hunkers low in his saddle,

low in his saddle guarding

his herd.


Up from the valley

comes rushing

the floodwaters rising in tempest.


Away the cattle tear

stampeding

too afraid to stay,

stay where their good tender

sought refuge for them.


Out on the prairie the sun

again blazing

dries up a tragic scene.


Dead cattle littered for miles, the survivors grazing between.

Laid out on the prairie with his lost herd

the ole lonely cowpoke will ride no more.


His soul did sore up yonder

to a river beyond the storm.


Weathered eyes wandering,

he keeps a hawk's watch.

His Savior's face appearing,

the cowpoke knows His voice.


Then there in the light

by the river bright

is Ma, and Pa, and baby Sister

Welcoming the ole cowpoke home.


Off they go

joyously singing.

Singing that dear old song.


"Yes, we've gathered at the river,

That beautiful, beautiful river.

Yes, we've gathered at the river,

That flows by the throne of God."


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