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Array ( [sid] => 110200 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Broken Horseman [time] => 2005-11-22 18:19:26 [hometext] => My cousin, John Dee Arnold, passed away recently. He was a cowboy to his dying day. I'll never forget him riding... poetry in motion. He lost the fight with cancer. I'll miss him so... [bodytext] => Broken horseman of the plains
'neath winds blowing wild,
rest awhile your weary soul
Heaven's newest child.

Son of Thunder riding fierce
a fast and raging storm,
and lightning-skilled with lariat
pursuit in blazing form.

Raven-haired wrangler so beloved
well tanned by Summer's sun,
lying 'neath the ground below
another trail's begun.

Your earthen-shadow left behind
dropped there by Heaven's door,
like an old shirt or pair of boots
that doesn't fit anymore.

Gone the steers and horses now
all ridden, roped and tied,
safely pastured, penned and placed
beyond that great divide.

Weary cowboy, rest your head
on Zion's blissful grounds,
lift up your eyes to sights unseen
and ears to sainted sounds.

No mournful lowing cattle call
nor restless wild-eyed steed
but ranchers, ropers, riders all
from earth fly long-last freed.

And when your eyes have seen their fill
of Heavenly splendors untold,
close them fast and think of those
who you in their memories hold.

And on the shores less fair than those
you walk with old wounds healed,
they wait the Day of Reunite
where all shall be fulfilled.

And while your ravaged body lies
beneath the prairie's sod,
we who remain sing hopeful prayers
and breathe our sighs to God.

Until that day which never ends
shall dawn where all is new,
those of us on farthest shore
shall often think of you...

When lightning flashes in the sky
and billowing thunder rolls,
we'll smile as in our hearts you ride
with other cowboy souls. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 39 [informant] => middlechild [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
Broken Horseman

Contributed by middlechild on Tuesday, 22nd November 2005 @ 06:19:26 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



Broken horseman of the plains
'neath winds blowing wild,
rest awhile your weary soul
Heaven's newest child.

Son of Thunder riding fierce
a fast and raging storm,
and lightning-skilled with lariat
pursuit in blazing form.

Raven-haired wrangler so beloved
well tanned by Summer's sun,
lying 'neath the ground below
another trail's begun.

Your earthen-shadow left behind
dropped there by Heaven's door,
like an old shirt or pair of boots
that doesn't fit anymore.

Gone the steers and horses now
all ridden, roped and tied,
safely pastured, penned and placed
beyond that great divide.

Weary cowboy, rest your head
on Zion's blissful grounds,
lift up your eyes to sights unseen
and ears to sainted sounds.

No mournful lowing cattle call
nor restless wild-eyed steed
but ranchers, ropers, riders all
from earth fly long-last freed.

And when your eyes have seen their fill
of Heavenly splendors untold,
close them fast and think of those
who you in their memories hold.

And on the shores less fair than those
you walk with old wounds healed,
they wait the Day of Reunite
where all shall be fulfilled.

And while your ravaged body lies
beneath the prairie's sod,
we who remain sing hopeful prayers
and breathe our sighs to God.

Until that day which never ends
shall dawn where all is new,
those of us on farthest shore
shall often think of you...

When lightning flashes in the sky
and billowing thunder rolls,
we'll smile as in our hearts you ride
with other cowboy souls.




Copyright © middlechild ... [ 2005-11-22 18:19:26]
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