Ghosts - The Drovers Poem by Paul Warren

The drovers had lost their way
After delivering their cattle that day
They decided that ride the trail
Not thinking that they would fail

But the bush can be deceptive
And they lost their way in perspective
The sun was hot with no water around
To die in the bush when not found

So at times when the heat shimmers on the haze
Makes it hard to see on a gibber plain gaze
You may see two lonely riders moving slowly
As they ride with their heads down lowly


© Paul Warren Poetry