High Plains Dreamer Poem by Wojja Fink

High Plains Dreamer



The news it came galloping
Like poetry on a horse
Down the high plains and prairies
Like a river flows it’s course
The news was kind of daunting
It came like wrapped in ice
From the shadows in the mountains
Where the devil’s work aint nice
The moon was overshadowed
The clouds rose up real dark
The owls they were not hooting
The dogs had lost their bark.

Thunder in the distance
You could smell the rain advance
The cows they stopped eating
The horses in a trance
The messenger he spoke quietly
Beneath the darkened moon
Each heart prayed for sunrise
It could never be too soon
The flames within the camp fire
Quickened, turning light to dust
With the eyes of this darkness
Asked the messenger;
Who is there left to trust?

Although the night wore black
Sam's ears were wide awake
The wisdom in his nature
Could make a rider quake
He did not have to move
He did not even neigh
But every word he heard
Was as clear as the day
The night time then came crashing
The rain it fell so fast
The world of twigh-light creatures
Thought it was their last.


The poets in the Tetons
The messenger said so calm
Have lost their way in fashion
Abandoned all their charm
They just dance upon the surface
The skin they only scratch
They’ve swapped their rhyme and reason
And the big one’s they can’t catch
The mountains now stand lonely
No one sings their praise
And the moon has folded arms
With holding all it’s rays
Father time is moving
The air no longer still
And the breeze around the mountains
So cold, it’s breath could kill

The mountains now are talking
To themselves at night
And the goblins in Goblin Valley
Have lost their awesome sight
And Ramshorn Mountain
Just north of cold Dubois
Has got lost inside the badlands
It’s even lost it’s voice
And Lost Temple Spire
By East Temple Peak
Is sitting all alone
On each evening of the week.
The messenger wiped his eyes
The rain was falling cold
Asleep are all the poets
Their words no longer told,
His words they flowed like silver
Shining like the moon,
And the lonesome one eyed messenger
Was gone again to soon..

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jim Hogg 14 June 2009

Being a Clint Eastwood fan I had to have a look at this one... and wasn't disappointed. Entertainment from start to finish Wojja, with some tasty lines. I fink I liked it. jim

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