that's me and my saddlemate

That's me and my saddlemate looking into the chilled wind and the misty gray
Not sure what awaits our gait.
But the empty saddle, like the empty chair at sup,
Awaits the Presence of the Wrangler who knows the way
And won't leave our day to fate.

A Cowboy's Prayer
I thank you, Lord, that I am placed so well,
That you made my freedom so complete;
That I'm no slave to whistle, clock, or bell,
Nor weak-eyed prisoner of wall and street.
Just let me live my life as I've begun
And give me work that is open to the sky;
Make me a pardner of the wind and sun,
And I won't ask a life that's soft or high.

Badger Clark