Desert Trails Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Watering skies of laughter with thoughts of cowboy
trails, tickling fancies of solitary figures,
herding cattle out in a desert sea.

Alone, taking life by the reins as they faithfully
take their jobs seriously.

Watching for clouds to seek shelter from the boiling
sun, shining down upon them.

Roaming gullies and valleys, sitting on saddles,
erect and proud, thinking of their families back
home, and reminiscing about their last reunion with
them all.

Tumbleweeds drifting across their paths and scattering
their minds to the winds, while keeping their boots
tightly held within stirrups.

Loving horses, they spend lifetimes upon them,
enjoying their companionship.

Becoming one as they criss-cross desert trails,
listening to coyotes howl at evening moons, echoing
the loneliness which belongs to minds of clay.

Riding eternally into sunsets, singing of desert
beauty forever.