That storm had my heart beating
as I rode herd through the night
All that rumbling of thunder
and savage flashes of light
The darkness felt uneasy
as drenching rain fell in shrouds
And with each flash of lightning
I saw thick black boiling clouds
Well the storm has passed on by
and morning drifts o’er the plain
I sit here in my saddle
tired and damp from last night’s rain
Gazing across this landscape
where everything’s been washed clean
There’s a mist on the mountains
so heavy they can’t be seen
The cattle graze peacefully
day rises over the hills
Under this low hanging sky
my world sits silent and still
From between my horses ears
in this gray light of the day
I see all of God’s glory
so I bow my head to pray
To thank God for seeing fit
to bring me through that dark night
Letting me witness once more
his majestic morning light
Sometimes it makes me wonder
how Heaven could truly be
anything more glorious
than this valley is to me
I’m enjoying this lyrical poetry, and the visions I can see with it.
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Thank you. That is cowboy poetry. Of course, for those that can carry a tune then it’s called cowboy music.
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Remember that old joke, from abuse Bothers? We play both kinds of music, country AND western😀
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Beautiful, Jerry!
(And you’re doing that “Rawhide” thing again!) :)
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Thank you my friend, I try my best.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you
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