Ghostly sands

Inspired by The sons of the “Sons Of The Pioneers” - Blue Prairie (1959)

Ghostly sands

 

 

 

Voices of the past, present, and future

sigh over the hot dry sands.

 

Cool water found in shallow ditches,

as the sun beats down.

 

Off in the distance,

just over the next horizon,

sanctuary awaits.

 

Calling is the prairie,

in the hearts of the traveler blue and longing.

 

Dry of thirst,

echoes ring in their ears,

sighs of the night wind ring in their ears.

 

Blue is the warble of the night bird,

reflections of souls never seen cast shadows across,

the moonlit sands of the prairie.

 

And the blue prairie,

shall call to your heart and soul.

 

Wild winds,

hot desert sands,

and songs of beating hearts,

call for your soul.

 

In the desert a longing,

for the night wind…

as I sing.

 

Blue prairie,

sings of the night wind,

the hills and the trills.

 

The sighs and sounds of the night wind,

call to the soul that has lost its way.

 

Off in the distance,

the sweet embrace of the desert can be heard.

 

And another cowboy is taken,

into the loving embrace of the desert.

 

And so another grain of sand is added to,

the vastness of the desert.

 

Don’t weep for him,

for he is part of things bigger than anyone could know.

 

In the sand he will be all that you see.

 

He will be the Painted Desert you paint,

the poems you write,

the songs you sing,

songs not yet written or sung,

echoes in the moonlight.

 

He is this and more.

 

 

 

Author's Note

Reviews

[NoelHC]

Well done Ron, I had bought a book of cowboy poetry recently, it is some of the best poems from over 30 years of the Cowboy Gathering in Elko, Nevada. This one would fit right in with many of those in the book, spirituality, a connection to the land, and nature.
Some of the work you have been doing lately is different from the poems when we first met on here, and I think you should continue to explore this side of you.
Well done, buddy.

[ron]

Thank you Noel. you are always kind.