The Prayer

A poem I recently wrote. I have just been writing poetry for about a year.

As I walked the old rugged old ranch dock
You could hear the wine and hum from the windmills
A block down the country roads

The sound of the dairy cows in the pasture
A flock of geese taking a country flight
With livestock ready to hungrily eat

On this bright sparkling and shinning morning
The old rancher is so gratefully thankful
Quietly bending his knees in prayer

He thankfully thanks his father and grandmaster
And prays to his beloved and pretty wife
With the sweet scent of the Aster flower beds

He spreads his hands righteously in the air
Thanks the creator in the heavens above
And is grateful to have loved his sweetheart wife