Cowboy Poets & Writers

The fire popped and hissed in the fire place, throwing shadows across the log walls of the ranch house. Outside, the prairie stretched wide and silent, the November wind carrying the smell of frost and fallen leaves. Inside, the warmth of fellowship filled the room. The long table was set with turkey, cornbread, beans, and pies, but the food could wait. Tonight, something deeper was being served.

At the head of the table sat the Cowboy Preacher. His hat rested beside his Bible, its leather cover worn smooth from years of trail use. Around him sat family, neighbors, and a handful of young cowboys—fresh riders on the trail of faith, eager to learn what it meant to ride for God’s Brand.

The Preacher’s voice rose steady as the prairie wind.

“Boys, Thanksgiving ain’t just about the food on the table. It’s about gratitude for the trail behind us, courage for…

The table’s set, the fire burns bright,

Families gather in the soft lamplight.

Turkey carved, and prayers in hand,

But I speak today of God’s great Brand.

A cowboy’s mark upon the hide,

Shows the herd for whom he’ll ride.

This is the place for lovers of cowboy poetry and Christian writing. Share your original poems, swap feedback, read others’ work, and celebrate the unique storytelling that brings the cowboy faith to life.

I used to train horses just to earn my pay,

Fixin’ fence lines and bailin’ hay.

But somewhere between the sweat and the dust,

I found a Savior I could truly trust.

Now I ain’t just breakin’ colts or mendin’ wire,

I’m ridin’ for Jesus, lit with holy fire.