The Long Trail - 1 Poem by William Waterway

tired trail – long day – dust-clogged nostrils
wind burns from surface blast furnace
cracked lips don't sing songs
swollen horse tongue licks hot air

shadows and light become black and white
eyes hide from reflected glare
exposed skin feels the sun's bight
soon you speak with hands and eyes

to travel by moonlight under cool
dark speckled skies
to create change in your way
like our forefathers of yesterday