Western Night

Just a reflection about the times I spent in the western United States!

WESTERN NIGHT

 

The sky is purple and orange;

The silhouette of a horse and rider,

In the fiery ball, at the edge of the horizon;

The dry and barren range;

The distant roar of thunder;

A land forbidding to succumb to man;

Chattering birds, shooting into a darkening sky,

As faint winds begin to cool;

Dusty funnels swirl to attention

And tower all so very high;

Every chip of stone a glittering jewel

To be passed by, with no appreciation;

Tiny creatures scurry all about

To locate a wee scrap of food

And drag it far, far away;

The time nature says, "Lights out;"

For the black darkness if good,

When night consumes the raging day;

Eyes closing to wash away fatique

And show silent movies of flowered fields;

The horse and rider go out of sight

To hatch from tomorrow's egg;

The powerful western day, only, yields

To the peace of a silent western night.

 

Reviews

[Sarah Amanda Fletterich..]

Great write this makes me want to visit over that way really bad.

[Ed Hart]

you swept me right into the midst of it...I was so caught up, it was like falling...

[Crowley]

This is were I live! Well I live in Phoenix, but not too far from where I live. Makes me nostalgic for my childhood home in Colorado. This piece is much like a painting with all the vivid imagery and colorful description. Nice job sweet.