Charles Badger Clark
Charles Badger Clark Poems
|41.||The Night Herder||7/9/2016|
|42.||The Long Way||7/9/2016|
|43.||The Locoed Horse||7/9/2016|
|44.||The Forest Rangers||7/9/2016|
|45.||The Fighting Swing||7/9/2016|
|46.||The Buffalo Trail||7/9/2016|
|48.||The Bad Lands||7/9/2016|
|49.||On The Oregon Trail||7/9/2016|
|50.||On The Drive||7/9/2016|
|52.||My Father And I||7/9/2016|
|55.||I Must Come Back||7/9/2016|
|61.||A Cowboy's Prayer||3/12/2016|
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A Cowboy's Prayer
(Written for Mother)
Oh Lord, I've never lived where churches
I love creation better as it stood
That day You finished it so long ago
And looked upon Your work and called it
I know that others find You in the light
That's sifted down through tinted window
And yet I seem to feel You near tonight
In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains.
I thank You, Lord, that I am placed so well,
That You have made my freedom so com-
That I'm no slave of whistle, clock or bell,
Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street.
The Old Cow Man
I rode across a valley range
I hadn't seen for years.
The trail was all so spoilt and strange
It nearly fetched the tears.
I had to let ten fences down
(The fussy lanes ran wrong)
And each new line would make me frown
And hum a mournin' song.
Oh, it's squeak! squeak! squeak!