Poem - Breath of God

Hey Pards,

Thought I'd leave ya with a poem of mine today. It's not the usual meter of a cowboy poem, but I hope you enjoy.

Lincoln
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Breath of God
By Lincoln Rogers, 2005

A breeze rides through the West,
Like God cupped his hands,
Pursed His lips,
To blow the dust off of our souls.

The Prairie offers up its best,
Meadowlark singing,
Coyote call,
As high clouds build and thunder rolls.

Wild nature of the Pronghorn,
Roaming grass ocean,
To mountain shore,
Reaching the sands of evergreen.

Spirit within man is born,
Forged of rugged land,
High sun’s fire,
The will of a Maker unseen.

Can’t leave it unconfessed,
His creative power,
A majesty,
This wide-open vista extols.

A breeze rode through the West,
Like God cupped his hands,
Pursed His lips,
And blew the dust off of our souls.