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Cowboy Thanksgiving Poems | Cowboy Poems About Thanksgiving
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The pain I put in the ground.
For such a precious thing.
The family enjoys their meal.
They plant their leftover kernels.
And wait for me to tend to them.
An endless cycle in which happiness is born.
21 February 2013
Copyright © Smail Poems | Year Posted 2013
You have unlocked the chains of doubt..
You have demolished impossibility...
You have embraced humility...
You have mastered its meaning..
You have made it...
You have made it to the heart of thousands...
Touching each one of them with your remedy of wise words..
You have moisturized dry sands...leaving them moistured with the water drops of hope..
You have opened closed eyes...letting them see the best sights in life...
You made it, you sure did..
Abstracted from the poem Titled YOU HAVE MADE IT TO THE WALLS OF GREAT...NOT OF FAME...
BY NTHABISENG NGEMA
Copyright © Nthabiseng Ngema | Year Posted 2015
May you gather kin ‘round campfires
And give thanks to God on high—
May you feast and relish friendships
Before that round-up in the sky.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2006
We dream of it for Christmas Eve,
The swirling pearls of snowy down--
Its blanket grows and does not leave
And covers homes and barns around.
The horses stay within their stalls,
Thinking cowboys this day won't ride--
Far from the busy shopping malls,
Where folks seem so empty inside.
Yet, still the family gathers
On this rare white Thanksgiving day,
To thank the Lord for what matters--
Share their abundant feast and pray.
Though some are here in memory,
We love and laugh with them in death--
Knowing to cherish things that be
And relish our time with each breath.
So at tables we say prayers
Over food this white Thanksgiving--
As we put away all our cares
And thank God and kin still living.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005