RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Cowboy's Holiness - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Cowboy's living on the range, riding and racing daylight
Herding their cattle, riding horses like they're a part -
an extension of themselves.
Filled with peace, watching a sunrise or sunset from
Knowing there could never be another place or time better
than where they're sitting right now.
Lovers of nature and beauty residing always within them,
as riding into desert horizons, cowboy's thank God for
living lives of holiness.
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