Cowboy Poetry

In a land where dust and shadows creep, The cowboy rides, his hopes run deep. A dry well stands, its secrets bare, No water flows, just sun-scorched air. His horse,…

After the storm, the meadow glows, With dew-kissed grass where the wild winds blew. The scent of earth, both fresh and sweet, Whispers of calm where chaos once flew. A…

In the heart of town, the laughter swells, As starry-eyed folks heed the merry bells. Boots kickin’ up dust, a colorful cheer, The Dusty Spurs’ Circus has finally drawn near.…

In the heart of mountains where silence sways, Soft winds carry whispers through golden bays. With every step, the grass hums low, A valley of secrets, where courage can grow.…

In the dawns light, the cattle stir, With hooves a-pounding, a wild flurry. Ranch hands laugh as the cows take flight, Mischief afoot in the morning bright. Old Dusty Joe,…

Across the plains, the sun descends, A canvas bright where day now ends. With hues of gold, the sky ignites, As shadows yield to velvet nights. The prairie whispers tales…

Beneath the wide and open sky, The lonesome sagebrush speaks a sigh. With reins in hand, he rides alone, A heart thats anchored, yet still roams. The mountains loom, a…

Beneath the cloak of night’s embrace, The prairie moon casts silvery grace. It watches o’er the dormant land, A keeper gentle, yearned but grand. A lone cowboy, with hat pulled…

In the dust where the wild yonder gleams, Cowboys gather, stitching together dreams. With roping smiles through the prickly sage, They lasso laughter, turning woes to a stage. Beneath the…