Round Up, by David Edward Kucera

Lone Cowboy
by Sharmagne Leland-St.John

No breezes stir, the wind lies at rest,
The wide, open prairie unpeopled and still.
Horses graze deep in the endless bunch grass,
Patiently waiting to eat of their fill.
Now quiet hoofbeats drift over the range,
High noon bakes down on a saddle of leather,
Till twilight ushers a solitude sweet.
Together they face every change in the weather,
Finding their peace where the earth and sky meet.

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