Ghost Cowboy On the Wind

As deep thunder in the distance growls, I ponder now just how to begin, This dark story mid coyote howls Of the ghost cowboy on the wind. It began upon a stormy night With soft pounding rain like horse’s hoof— And I could not sleep, try as I might, With that tempest hard on my roof. The blind lightning lit and shook the room, The horses cried and paced the corral— They seemed to sense an impending doom, But they or I did not know how. Then the cabin door blew open wide And I heard his spurs now clear as sin— There was no place that my mind could hide From that ghost cowboy on the wind. Then guns like thunder roared in the night And a hot rain of blood slapped my face— I fired wild and cursed with all my might As I heard his boots run from that place. The storm is gone now and skies are clear, But I ride toward clouds like long lost kin— Thunderheads in the west are now near— I am that ghost cowboy on the wind.