I saw a cowboy in the clouds
While riding herd today.
This never is a good sign,
So I tried to ride away.
The sky then turned a purple gray
And held some pink hues too.
Only puffs of white remained
And darkness then ensued.
Lightning flashes struck the ground,
I was sure I would be hit.
Black and blue clouds drug the ground
It's wind and hale now spit.
The cowboy rode his heavenward ride,
I could not his presence shake.
So I gave up on the notion
That I would soon escape.
I heard a thunder rolling deep
Much louder than the herd.
It sounded more like horses hooves
Even though that sounds absurd.
I stopped my horse and jumped right off,
And pulled him down on top of me.
Then closed my eyes and whispered prayers
For salvation and safety.
And when the storm had finally passed
I saw a rainbow in the sky.
Another ghost rider was forecast,
And would soon be floating by!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem