Tranquil is the break of day,
In the valley of the shadow of death,
Led so far astray,
The cowboy takes a weary breath
He rests his hat upon his chest,
Then from his lips comes a blue so low,
Wether a plead, a promise or a protest,
Only the man upstairs would know
A sheep without a shepherd to guide him,
Finally peace resides inside his soul,
Like a beautiful western hymn,
It makes the lonesome cowboy whole
The cattleman finds his rest,
By the still waters of the Lord,
In the green pastures of the Wild West,
His soul is restored
Written August 13th 2024. By JackQ
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