The Ghost In the Saddle

There was a distant thunder sound That in days past would have worn him down But he was past those earthly things As he rode on chasing evil in his wanderings And he would forever ride alone Knowing everything he loved was gone For they say he was shot down dead Bushwhacked with the danger gone unread But he will seek the evil one Who shot him dead the deed callously done Will he find his rest from the lonesome ride desired With his Laurel-Lee and their love together now expired The wind that follows him now Will not bend his back no how And his cold dark eyes look on With a smile or laughter forever gone. © Paul Warren Poetry