Karen
CollinsKaren
Noble
Collins
1954
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2024
The Cowgirl's Requiem
The open range, her heart's embrace,
Now shadows lengthen, time and space
Hold her no longer, she is free.
A spirit wild, for all to see.
No barbed wired, no fences tall,
But heaven's pasture, answers call.
Her spirit rides a silver moon.
A cowgirl's song, a joyful tune.