"Forgotten Cowgirl"
Hands of leather and sun baked skin
A slender body with shirt tucked in
Jeans aged to grey...stained and torn
Boots cracked and faded...duely worn
Atop a horse she rides with grace
With years of work upon her face
Hair pulled back to show her eyes
The eternal darkness of midnight skies
She rides alone 'til time does end
So with this time she will tend
Reins in hand and rope at side
She looks no more for Him to guide
A dwindling hope that died with age
Has rekindled itself with sorrow and rage
But no one will know on her face of stone
As she rides through life all alone
But she has work to do...cattle to feed
Pastures to plant and crops to seed
No reason to dwell on what's no longer there
She's given up waiting for someone to care.
