Poems of the past...

Back in High School, our Junior year Honors English class did a book of poetry about a graveyard in the old west.  It was inspired by "The Spoon River Anthology" that our teacher had us read.

Here's one of my two contributions:

The Ghost Rider

My spirit walks these lonesome valleys

and dusty plains

Where once thrived a town

Longing for the days of life, 

with my six-shooter and flesh horse

Beneath me.

There's a story in the graveyard,

a song sweet, yet sad told in 

Furtive whispers from beyond.

For now, the dead mutter the unspoken 

regrets of life.

But for me, a wanderer in both life

and death, 

There are no regrets, for the wind 

is now my mount,

And the lightning my gun!