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A COW-HAND'S PRAYER
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 scent 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,
Give me a willing horse between my legs,
Companionship of loyal triends, though few.
Give me a home where loved ones nightly gather
In sweet communion, tree 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 me rest high on some rocky hill,
Where I may keep eternal vigil still;
My only requiem the coyote's yelp,
The meadoww-lark's melodious trill.
© WALTER t. MEACHAM
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PHOTOS BY WESLEY ANDREWS
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