A Cow-Hand's Prayer

A Cow-Hand's Prayer Poems & Poets


Stock #: 42869
Type: Postcard
Era: Linen
Publisher: Wesley Andrews Co.
Size: 3.5" x 5.5" (9 x 14 cm)

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Lord, save me from the stench of city streets Where men must toil to earn their daily bread. Give me clean air that comes from snow-clad peaks, Filtered thru golden sunshine and the dew, Give me long, rolling sweeps of bunch-grass, hills, Where cattle fatten for the city mart. Give me the pungent scet of rain-drenched sage, A boisterous wind that whistles thru the trees. Give me the music of the lowing herd. The bawling of the calves in branding pen, Gie me a willing horse between my legs, companionship of loyal friends, though few. Give me a home where loved ones nightly gather In sweet communion, free from guile or sham. And when my time shall come to cash my checks, I pray that you may find my record clear, For I have served thee Lord, as best I could With the only creed I knew, the Golden Rule. So let e rest high on some rocky hill, Where I may kep eternal vigil still, My only requim the coyote's yelp, The meadow-lark's melodious trill.