Poems of Lighthouse Bob
Cowboy Poetry (For Mark Bohannan ) #163
Cattle bleating in the prairie dust, north wind at his back, he protects the little calf from diamond back attack. Riding high upon swift saddle as his ol' palomino strides along, he and mother nature sing a cow polk's song. A free spirited soul dressed up in faded jeans rustling wayward cattle with rawhide supreme. Sometimes in the clearing when stars appear, time goes on forever beyond the atmosphere. Up past the heavens, see him smiling bright from a distant cosmos viewed in fire light I'm sincerely thankful to the influence this wandering nomad's been to me expressed in heavenly fashion through cowboy poetry. -Lighthouse Bob |
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Cowboy Poetry (For Mark Bohannan ) #163
Cowboy Poetry (For Mark Bohannan ) #163