04-03-2012, 07:10 PM
Camelot Journal, 2012-03-22, Carla Wrote:I wanted to share with you what I thought was a poignant little poem that arrived today when Mom McCarty sent Mick a copy of his Uncle Gordon’s Memorial Service.. It included the Cowboy Prayer – Gordon had been a cowboy and ranch hand all his life, and competed in roping events at some rodeo-ing back in the day. At any rate I am very lucky to have had my life enlarged by meeting people like Gordon. Cowboys seem to be a special breed, simple, true and faithful. Of course I was a big Zane Gray fan! At any rate, here is the sweetest poem for Gordon’s Happy Trails:
THE COWBOY’S PRAYER
“Oh, Lord, I never lived where churches grow.
I’ve loved creation better as it stood
That day you finished it, so long ago,
And looked upon your work, and called it good.
Just let me live as I’ve begun!
And give me work that’s open to the sky.
Make me a partner of the wind and sun
And I won’t ask a life that’s soft and high.
Make me as big and open as the plains,
As honest as the horse between my knees,
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains,
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze,
Just keep an eye on all that’s done and said;
Just right me sometimes when I turn aside,
And guide me on the long, dim trail ahead
That stretches upwards towards the Great Divide.”
By Badger Clark.