Cowboy Poetry

Upon the plains where time stands still, A windmill turns with steadfast will. Its blades like wings in the sunlit air, Breathe life to dreams with patient care. Through storms…

Beneath the iron sky, the dust takes flight, A lone rider moves in the fierce daylight. His hat low drawn, as the sun’s gold burns, Each mile a trial, with…

In dusty boots, the laughter flies, As cowboys wink ‘neath starlit skies. With tipsy hats and playful grins, They jest and jibe, igniting wins. The cowgirls eyes, like prairie blooms,…

In a dusty barn where lanterns sway, The horses gather, ready to play. With hay bales stacked, their stage is set, A comedy club none will forget. Old Buck leads…

In the heart of the West, where wildflowers bloom, The laughter of cowgirls fills the wide room. With lassos and ropers, they dance through the day, Creating mischief in a…

With stirrups set, the storm clouds loom, A tempest brews, the sky’s a womb. The air is thick with thunders growl, As cowboys brace through natures howl. Their horses bolt,…

In the glow of the fire, their laughter soars, With tales of dares that echo the shores. The wind carries whispers of challenges made, As bold cowgirls gather, unafraid and…

In barren lands where whispers roam, The winds recall a summers home. With laughter carried neath the sky, Of ghosts from days the dust passed by. A crooked saloon with…

In harshest times, a river sleeps, A memory lost where the valley weeps. The Bone-Dry Creek, its stones laid bare, Whispers of hope, in the dry, hot air. Once flowing…

In the dusty arena where spirits soar, She rides on in style, her hat tipped more, With a smile so bright, and a wink so sly, The crowd roars her…