Reflections of a Cowboy.
I’m a roving cowboy atop the finest steed
I look upon this arid land with nothing here to eat.
But used I am to open spaces and arid lands to boot
So even if you see no pack be sure I 've got me food.
In my hat 'pon my head a B- sits mighty fine
It’s the Bible ‘pon my head…my companion, my friend.
In my ears the wind doth blow whispers from above
Messages of love sent to me from the Great beyond.
The beat of my horse's hoofs clip clop in three fourth's time
Reminding me to take life one step at a time.
In my hand the horse’s reins a leather strap with links
Reminding me that gentle communication’s the key to every thing.
In my pocket a few meager coins jingle all the way
Reminding me that earthly riches last only for a day.
To the spurs upon my boots the prairie grass doth cling
Reminding me that I am one with every living thing.
Now I lay me down to sleep my head upon a stone
May God watch over me this cowboy far from home.
Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2007
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