Voices of the Herd – Cowboy Poetry Verse

Do what’s right, ride tall, and keep your boots clean—it’s the cowboy way.

Beneath the wide and starlit skies,

Where rolling hills meet fates surprise,

The whispers of the herd arise,

A tapestry of dreams and sighs.

Through canyons deep, their voices call,

In harmony, they rise and fall.

With each soft bleat, a story weaves,

Of tempest tides and autumn leaves.

At dawns first light, the hoofbeats sound,

As brave cowhands gather round.

The cattle shift, a living sea,

A bond that breathes, wild and free.

When sunset paints the day so bright,

With brushstrokes bold of gold and white,

The herd’s refrain, a cowboys song,

Echoes forever, where hearts belong.