Cowboy's Thanksgiving Prayer, A poem

Dear Lord,

The sun is risin' on this cold November morn,

And I'm givin' thanks to you that I was born,

In a land, and on the land where I am free to say,

That I can live my life out here, and live the cowboy way.

When I'm checkin' cattle in the rain, or fencin' in the snow,

I may forget to thank you, Lord but you are there and show

me what to be thankful for like a rainbow in the blue

sky after the storm has passed and calves bustin' through

Powdery snow on a frosty day, and the first green grass of spring,

Deer out grazin' with the herd and the bob whites taking wing.

And I thank you Lord for my family, my daughter and my wife.

I thank you we can raise her up to live the cowgirl life.

I thank you for the year that's past, and for the one ahead,

for old friends, and for new friends. I know I haven't said

thanks enough, so I'm taking this special time to say,

thanks for your love and blessings, on this Thanksgiving Day.

Steve Lucas

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