Here’s a bit of a sample of my writing, I wrote this poem for Christmas, hope ya’ll enjoy it!
There will always be Cowboys
The path of a cowboy is winding and long
Riding a horse and giving chase
After the cow critters in life’s fast-paced race
Never a moment to stop and rest
Lest the cattle wander, spook, or stray
Any cowboy worth his salt will tell you straight
A life of comfort it is not
Hardships, sorrows, pain, and grief for you will wait
Only for the loyal and strong of faith
With the heart of a cowboy, strong and true
He who always knows just what he must do
Will be blessed with rewards a’ plenty
A cowboy is a man who stands tall under fire
He who leads his family, he who gathers his herd
In lightning, thunder, hail, and rain
A cowboy by nature is a man of his word
A true cowboy is of a dying breed
Tall and regal is he as he sits atop his powerful steed
It is sad to say, but too few remain
Once as many as shells on the shore
Today their numbers are fewer than more
But no matter how many or how few
Cowboys are still the very heart of America
Long before movie actors, singers, and ball players, there were cowboys.
Brave souls still ride and holler:
We’re cowboys! Yippy yi ti ay!
Wave to the crowd, bow to the Lord, tie on your chaps and hang on!
Let there be cowboys, yesterday, today, tomorrow, and always
Copyright by Briana Vedsted 2013