The Cowboys Spirit

He had been ride’n the herd for about three days.
Watch’n the moon as the cattle graze.
He had spent his nights sleep’n in the saddle.
Keep’n calves alive is become’n a battle.

His old eyes were weary and needed some rest.
Every day was hard but he gave it his best.
Around the fire the nights seem long.
He played his harmonica as the dog howled a song.

When danger sneaks up he swears he can hear it.
It’ll catch the attention of his dog named “Spirit”.
Ol’ “Spirit” is faithful and true to the day.
He’s rode with this cowboy every step of the way.

The cowboy and his “Spirit” stand fast in the heat.
No matter the struggle, they refuse to be beat.

This is a great poem by Sonny Jacks, check it out! I liked this so here it is to share with all of you! Hope you enjoy. 🙂

Finish reading this poem here, http://sonnyjacks.org/2012/05/09/spirit-and-his-cowboy/

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4 replies

  1. I read a brilliant book that was on the NY Times best seller list called “Peace Like A River” is was dispersed with lots of cowboy poetry. Cheers, G

  2. This threesome of the old cowboy, his cowdog, and his cowpony are such a deep part of the American communal soul, I think. My brother is a true horse whisperer, himself. He is ADHD, but is so totally focused when on horseback!

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