Cowford Regulator Poems & Prayers

Cowboy Poetry

The Cowboys have always been poetic.  Maybe it was their lifestyle; the loneliness of night herding, riding fence, or solemn moments around a campfire late at night.  But whatever, their spirit continues today and so does their poetry.

The Cowboy

The Cowboy is a special breed of man

He caries his pistols, rifle, and shotgun close to his side.

He aims at targets that stand still, but that have been known

To move.

And he is always in the best of moods.

The Cowboy I am talking about is the breed

Of man that shoots for fun on weekend mornings

Whether it be in the rain or shine

With the cowpokes of today

The Single Action Shooting Society Cowford Regulators.

They are special people who love life to its fullest

And treat everyone as their family, in what we call the spirit

Of the game.

They are the breed of people that our country

Was made up of, so many years ago.

So when you see the ghosts of Wild Bill Hickok

Or Calamity Jane or; any of our other hero's

Do not be afraid for they are the spirits

That keep our country safe

From the villains of

Today.

Dixie Leah Belle

Aka: Robin Hayes-Lake

Dedicated to

My husband, The Ranger, and

Our family of friends in the Cowford Regulators

A Cowboy is Laid to Rest

By

 Dixie Leah Belle

Here lies a cowboy that was proud of the life he led,

For, he was thankful that the good Lord allowed him to be free and footloose.

We know it is hard to believe but, do not shed your tears for me For, I am now riding heavenly trails high in the sky.

The horse I am riding now is a heavenly steed for,

I asked the Lord to forgive my sins when I was a young man so many years ago. I have lived a good life a dream come true, to have the breeze to my back and the sun in my face as I watched over the cattle by day. Thank you Lord, For, I am ready to ride into eternity Me, my horse, and you.

A Cowboy’s Prayer

By

Dixie Leah Belle

I thank you dear Lord, for the morning sun light I see each day. For, the warmth, of the sun on my face as, I work.

For, the cool breeze that you bring me as I work in the fields and meadows taking care of the stock.

To, see the young calves running over the hills and the horses eating in the meadows beside the river.

Thank you for the new friends that I have made and the old ones that are like the salt of the earth or, a good pair of worn boots that fit just right.

I thank you Lord, for the presence of allowing me to live my life free and do as I want to do. Thank you, for my family and the memories that we make and the future of tomorrow. Where, our children can live in a free land. So, Lord on this day that you have made.

We prepare to stop our chores and let the stress of living be set aside for a little while, we thank you for allowing us to ride our horses and live the life of a cowboy watching the sunset over the hills at the end of another day.

Tears

By

Dixie Leah Belle

As, I walked one day along the river bank,

I saw an old man sitting crying. I asked the old man, why do you cry? With such fierceness as you do.

Oh child, he said, my heart is broken in pieces for my children are divided amongst the winds of the earth. I sat down beside him and said; do not cry for this is not bad; that life will pass you by.

His eyes were saddened at my comment and he weep evermore. He holds his hands out to me and thus I see his sorrow.

For his hands were colors of the rainbow, one is red, and the other one white. His right leg unclothed for me was yellow and his other leg black.

You see I am the Great Spirit of this land and my children have grown apart and war amongst themselves. For when they fight I suffer and this destroys the life in me.

So, here I sit in this place of heaven and when this day is or, my children will have forgotten their heritage and will no more call on me.