Jerry T Curtis Poet Cowboy Poetry

Page 7 the Continuing Saga of Zack Waverly

THE LOST SOULS SALOON  Page 7

I pushed aside the swinging doors
And stepped out on the street
My poor horse stood, alone all night
without a thing to eat

I led him by the reins 
As we turned to make our way
In hopes to find some oats
Or perhaps a bail of hay

And as we walked so slowly
Just drifting out of town
I couldn't help but looking back
And so I turned around

For a moment,  thought I saw
vaguely catching just a trace
In a window, 'bove the bar
Of a ghost-like woman's face

I'll never know, if it was real
Or just a torrid dream
But doomed to wander in a world 
Where nothing's as it seems

THE END

Zack will be back In
SHOOT OUT at the KOA CORRAL

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Richard Lamoureux November 16, 2015 at 4:39 PM Six Guns of Fun! I enjoyed your Tale. Jerry T Curtis November 17, 2015 at 6:46 AM Thank you Richard, I like writing about Zack so much, It's a great encouragement even if only one person reads them----of course, more the merrier...lol

Marion Curtis November 15, 2015 at 8:45 PM Very nice Jerry I like the ending. Looking forward to your new one. Jerry T Curtis November 17, 2015 at 6:44 AM Thanks, watch for more

Kp Nunez November 15, 2015 at 10:12 AM A wild West story, Jerry. I think I should have to go back to the beginning to have a full appreciation of the story. As a stand alone narrative, I enjoyed this already. Jerry T Curtis November 17, 2015 at 6:43 AM Thanks Kim, I hope I can interest you to read more---I created this guy 5 years ago, and since then, he's all I ever want to write about.

Tim Smith November 15, 2015 at 9:14 AM Bravo my friend. Bravo. You are a fabulous storyteller. Jerry T Curtis November 17, 2015 at 6:40 AM I owe it to you