Rain Cowboy Poems | Cowboy Poems About Rain
These Rain Cowboy poems are examples of Cowboy poems about Rain. These are the best examples of Rain Cowboy poems written by international PoetrySoup poets
The Farmer woke,
Before break of day,
And for a little rain did pray.
Then hitched his team,
And plowed the land,
Given him by the Master’s hand.
The Cowboy awoke,
And a prayer he sighed,
“Please give us rain, for the prairie is dry.”
Then in the heat,
He did rope and brand,
The cattle given him by the Master’s hand.
At night, before sleep,
The Farmer read,
The words from the Bible that God had said,
“If you’ll keep my Commandments,
In it’s season I’ll make it rain,
And you shall eat,
And your land shall fill with grain.”
The Cowboy fell asleep remembering,
A verse his Ma had read,
A promise God made and the words he said,
“Love and serve the Lord God,
And it shall come to pass,
That I shall make it rain,
And for the cattle, there shall be grass.”
So each resolved, in his own way,
To be a better man,
And follow closely the Commandments,
And there-fore save the land.
And though they never met,
They prayed for the same thing,
And watched the sky for the clouds,
And the rain that they would bring.
And though it was long in coming,
The drops fell upon the land,
And revived and refreshed these special places,
Given by the Master’s hand.
The Farmer and the Cowboy,
Each prayed for the land of which they were fond,
And through their belief, they saved the Earth,
Through the Lord’s Common Bond.
As deep thunder in the distance growls,
I ponder now just how to begin,
This dark story mid coyote howls
Of the ghost cowboy on the wind.
It began upon a stormy night
With soft pounding rain like horse’s hoof—
And I could not sleep, try as I might,
With that tempest hard on my roof.
The blind lightning lit and shook the room,
The horses cried and paced the corral—
They seemed to sense an impending doom,
But they or I did not know how.
Then the cabin door blew open wide
And I heard his spurs now clear as sin—
There was no place that my mind could hide
From that ghost cowboy on the wind.
Then guns like thunder roared in the night
And a hot rain of blood slapped my face—
I fired wild and cursed with all my might
As I heard his boots run from that place.
The storm is gone now and skies are clear,
But I ride toward clouds like long lost kin—
Thunderheads in the west are now near—
I am that ghost cowboy on the wind.