Voices of the Herd - Cowboy Poetry Verse

It takes a steady hand and a bold heart to tame the wild west.

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.