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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