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TEXAS COWGIRL
Broncs hard rode
Rivers deep crossed
Bad steers turned
Wide loops tossed
An honest horse
To sit astride
A good man
To ride beside
Blue Texas norther
Chilled to the bone
Last calf checked
Before she'll see home
Cattle are settled
Horse are fed
Up to the bunkhouse
Cot for a bed
Summers so hot
Days burn white
Black velvet skies
Soften the night
Hat pulled down
To shade from the sun
Her horse, her dog
Her daddy's old gun
Smelling of leather
Spring storms and sunshine
Rich fertile soil
Tall Texas pines
Meadows in flowers
Green winter wheat
Early spring calves
Summertime heat
Far and wide
In God's great land
No other place
Could be so grand
She bows her head
Beneath the sky
Oh, God, look
Who am I
Sunrise with coffee
Saddled by dawn
Out on the range
Til work is done.
She might go
Travel and roam
But always return
To Texas, and Home.
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