Cowboy Poetry

In the hush of night, the sage does sigh, Beneath a moonlit, vast expanse, His wisdom flows like rivers nigh, A tune of loss, a fateful chance. With every note,…

Upon the plains where tall grass sways, A whisper comes through the golden haze. The cowboy rides, his heart laid bare, For what was once, now hangs in the air.…

Beneath the vast and starlit dome, A lantern’s glow, a guide for home. It flickers soft on weathered wood, A beacon bright where cowboys stood. With leather reins and boots…

In the dirt of the ring where the wild ones play, With hearts of a lion, and lively display. The clowns prance boldly, with faces aglow, Amidst the thrashing, they…

In fields where whispers of the past sway, The windmill creaks, its arms in play. Each turn recalls the hands who fought, In sun-baked toil, their lessons taught. Beneath the…

In dusty towns where lariats twirl, A sidekick grins, with mischief to unfurl. From behind a barrel, he plots with glee, A pie in the face, as wild as can…

In dusty boots, where legends rise, The cowgirls laugh, with fire in their eyes. With lassos twirling, they dance so free, Their sassy serenade, wild as the sea. By moonlit…

In golden fields where silence breathes, A rope swing hangs from weathered trees. It swayed beneath the laughters song, But time has passed, and youth feels wrong. With calloused hands,…

Beneath the vast expanse, the hills repose, Whispering secrets only the wild knows. With every breeze that stirs the golden grass, The tales of ages past begin to pass. A…

In twilight’s hush, the meadow sighs, A tapestry where wildflowers lie. Their colors fade, yet dance in light, A final bloom, so bold and bright. The cowboy rides through whispers…