Lone Warrior, Metal Stallion

Driving to church today, I saw this man. And couldn't wait to write about him.

 

I glimpsed a man today,

roaring past astride his beast of iron.

His gloved hands gripped the reins,

Urging his beast on with a twist.

His face well-worn from battles, fought.

His coat adorned with the name of his tribe.

His eyes were set upon his path.

A trail to be followed only he knew.

The winter wind screamed as he sped past.

I turned as he did and I marveled.

What stories ‘round a camp fire could he tell.

The light glinting off his weather cheeks.

I am in awe.

We did not speak what words could not say.

His dark eyes told of worlds so far from my own.

Of a great people lost to time.

Great leaders bringing thousands to battle.

A way of life gone, now mere shadows.

I know nothing of this warrior.

Save his strength.

Save his history and that of his people.

They do us honor.

So we should in return.

I glimpsed a man today.

He roared past on his beast of iron.

And was gone.

 

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a wonderful post of sight and feeling! Amazing how seeing someone like this could set the mind and imagination speeding back into the past. You've more or less ridden into history, nudged by this man of 'dark eyes (who) told of worlds so far from my own .. Of a great people lost to time' -

I noticed a gentle but specific pace to the piece too, as i read aloud..

So enjoyed this, thank you very much for sharing

[Steve]

I love what you've captured here, a glimpse of history so easily forgotten. Really well written, a great read