Cowboy Poems - Poems about Cowboy

You been gone to lone Your still in my bones Honey I feel you inside My feeling can not hide Please come holidays come and go Please don,t say no I love you deep too For Christmas Greatest oll to hear. You...Read More

You have a dream Be strong and mean Take a chance go dance It's do or die this no lie You must try If your going be successfull You will sorry wet BE THE BEST ...Read More

You have a dream Be strong and mean Take a chance go dance It's do or die this no lie You must try If your going be successfull You will sorry wet BE THE BEST ...Read More

You have a dream Be strong and mean Take a chance go dance It's do or die this no lie You must try If your going be successfull You will sorry wet BE THE BEST ...Read More

No matter what race Truth you must face Some say right today If your black step back If your white your right Have to live with you So matter what you do Your the Lord star NEVER FORGET WHO YOU ARE...Read More

The world was torn When he was born He came in The cure our sin Had to strong To carry on he could not be weak So was call PRINCE OF PEACE...Read More

He is for us all Just call You will not fall You will stand tall Will cure you pain Stop eyes that rain Look up sky above GOD IS LOVE...Read More

...They even claimed that Diaz died, cut down by Smith’s swift, steady hand, but Ramsey was nowhere near there, did not go down amongst the damned. Instead he was miles away, slumped half-defeated on his horse, he had escaped, but thoughts...Read More

...Then he could see it, the boils, on their neck and wrists, bright and red, he felt an itch on his own back, and felt a cold moment of dread. Now Diaz could not ignore it, and Mains’s words came...Read More

...But Mains just shrugged, then said, “Let’s go.” offered the wrists to his bandittos. Two of them led the man away, Diaz fumed more watching him go. Denied the chance to see him beg, denied the chance to drink his...Read More

Now I know you’ve heard the story of how I all was way back when, when cowboys rode with Indians near our small town of Buzzard’s Bend. Not long after the Civil War, when it was a hot mining claim, the...Read More

If I could only be a summer breeze gently stirring the leaves of aspen trees while drifting slow across this valley floor If I could only be a butterfly then I could flit and float about the sky rest upon...Read More

Sitting outside the firelight I share this valley with the moon The stars twinkle overhead and the bullfrogs begin to croon My fire sparks its own starlight drifting up into the night sky To God I give a prayer as a wolf...Read More

I rise up early to breathe the crisp clean air of winds blowing 'cross the grass wondrous and fair Across the valley the mountains rise up high jagged purple peaks piercing the azure sky Eagles soar 'cross the sun...Read More

To most city slickers I suppose it’s a little hard for them to tell the difference between a cowboy and just a plain farmer. in the dell Well one uses a horse and a rope the other drives a tractor...Read More