In the year 1900 a Texas judge
Went exploring on horseback all alone
Deep in the West Texas sand dunes he rode
Searching for ancient artifacts and bone
Near buried in sand stood forty wagons
No bodies - no tools -no hint of treasure
Perhaps a hundred souls made up this train
Formed in a "V" for defensive measure
A massacre seems clear but who is unknown
No reports of missing trains have been found
No hint of searches for loved ones exists
No clue on whether East or Westward bound
Often at night solutions I ponder
Did the souls find a home or still wander
10-01-20
Contest: Unexplained
Sponsor: Carolyn Devonshire
I hope last night for you was like a journey
A pleasant journey to my little world
I hope it was a big enjoyment
Like riding through the woods on a wild-wild horse
And you don’t know where that horse will take you
And you don’t know how it may act
But at this point it gives you such a pleasure
That to you it seems like a defensive measure
And then two bodies got together
Your touch was very soft like feather
Your lips were whispering a tale
They tasted very sweet
And I could hear your heart and soul beat
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