On the highway, 3am,
a myriad of stars
looms over the expanse
like a blanket of fairy dust-
you're the only one on the road
You pull off onto the shoulder - stop-
climb out of that motorized wagon,
lean back against a fender-
Stretch those legs a bit
What was it that made you stop....
Something....inexplicable
The desert can get cool at night-
the silence.....part of the mystique,
creating the mood, for what
is about to come.....
You stiffen...silent...pensive
a slight breeze begins to lift-
becoming stronger-more gusty
You turn, facing it-
'listening', waiting....for what?
'for the rumble'
Faint at first
growing louder as it nears-
the sound of steel and wood
breaking the silence
Wagon Wheels!
roll'n atop the wind!
The migration West-
their spirits riding,
relentless in purpose-
Men...women.... children....
You can only imagine-
the expression on their faces-
determined.....dauntless.....
building this country-
You smile.....
as they pass.......
How proud of them, you are....
the spirits of our ancestors
Who carved the path-
A drop of a tear-
as the roars of the wagons
Quieten.......fading........
into..... silence
Standing poised....
absorbing the beauty.........
You understand the magic-....
of its solitude.
the desert
at night
copyright: richard riddle October 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015
Oct 26, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC
On the highway, 3am,
a myriad of stars
looms over the expanse
like a blanket of fairy dust-
you're the only one on the road
You pull off onto the shoulder - stop-
climb out of that motorized wagon,
lean back against a fender-
Stretch those legs a bit
What was it that made you stop....
Something....inexplicable
The desert can get cool at night-
the silence.....part of the mystique,
creating the mood, for what
is about to come.....
You stiffen...silent...pensive
a slight breeze begins to lift-
becoming stronger-more gusty
You turn, facing it-
'listening', waiting....for what?
'for the rumble'
Faint at first
growing louder as it nears-
the sound of steel and wood
breaking the silence
Wagon Wheels!
roll'n atop the wind!
The migration West-
their spirits riding,
relentless in purpose-
Men...women.... children....
You can only imagine-
the expression on their faces-
determined.....dauntless.....
building this country-
You smile.....
as they pass.......
How proud of them, you are....
the spirits of our ancestors
Who carved the path-
A drop of a tear-
as the roars of the wagons
Quieten.......fading........
into..... silence
Standing poised....
absorbing the beauty.........
You understand the magic-....
of its solitude.
the desert
at night
copyright: richard riddle October 26, 2015
Inspired by an old country/western song "Ghost Riders in the Sky!" Johnny Cash: Can be viewed on You Tube.
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