Cowboys In the Badlands

Out west, near Black Hills, over South Dakota way, On land where layered rocks records eons before – Some thieves rode the badlands that hot steamy day. Rough riding rustlers raided a ranch; stole a boar. Those thieves took, tackle, grain, food, and wine grapes. Two rife and rifled cowboys planned to settle the score! Rugged and fearless with sweat on hot napes, They rode where the rattlers and bull snakes call home. Both galloped fast and hard … must not let thieves escape. But they stopped with their horses when they saw bison’s roam. Felt stillness; saw vastness; amazed, each life reshapes. The wilderness teaches with its silent, “Shalom.” Paused, distantly viewing weird-wonderful shapes. Great towers of fossils that give wildlife a home. Two soul-searching cowboys ponder nature’s landscapes. While prairie dogs and cottontails run for the loam, The bobcats and vultures look down on the plains. And turtles stay still in their portable home. The Bighorns and badgers walk gullies in rains. Meadowlarks sing songs while pretty pronghorns prance. There, valleys hide critters in flowers and grains. It’s a desolate land; so, it seems at first glance. Plenty of majestic views extending for miles, Masking deadly dangers that stalk the great expanse. But back on the ranch families stock up woodpiles, They tend to the gardens, feed chickens, and cows. Their work is quite hard but they manage with smiles. The villains still steal and the farmers push plows. But two soul-searching cowboys made Heavenly vows. Copyright October 12, 2014 Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest: Cowboys in the Badlands - Sponsor Isaiah Zerbst