Glen Enloe Poet Cowboy Poetry

Shadow Riders On the Wind

With campfire's red embers fading
And cattle bedded down for night--
A veil of clouds is descending
And the horses don't quite seem right.

In the distance a storm's brewing
With silver flashes of pale light--
Snakes are restless with strange doing
As thunderheads come into sight.

A deep faraway rumble stirs
The air from each valley and glen--
There comes faint insect hums and whirs,
Like shadow riders on the wind.

We can hear their horses trotting,
We can smell the dark scent of death--
It stings noses like cows rotting--
It takes away our life and breath.

We do not know if end is near--
The horses whisper like a friend,
As we wait for mute skies to clear--
Like shadow riders on the wind.

Dawn lights the sky and comes nearer
As sunrise washes us from sin--
It's all an answer made clearer
Like shadow riders on the wind.

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