|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
THE COWBOY'S MEDITATION
A T midnight when the cattle are'sleeping On my saddle I pillow my head, And up at the heavens lie peeping From out of my cold, grassy bed,— Often and often I wondered At night when lying alone If every bright star up yonder Is a big peopled world like our own.
Are they worlds with their ranges and ranches ? Do they ring with rough rider refrains? Do the cowboys scrap there with Comanches And other Red Men of the plains? Are the hills covered over with cattle In those mystic worlds far, far away? Do the ranch-houses ring with the prattle Of sweet little children at play?
At night in the bright stars up yonder Do the cowboys lie down to their rest? Do they gaze at this old world and wonder If rough riders dash over its breast? Do they list to the wolves in the canyons? Do they watch the night owl in its flight, With their horse their only companion While guarding the herd through the night?