Ghost...........

Ghost...........

brian-z

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The old man sat on the porch,
Wind blew devils in the air,
His faded eyes shaded by
A battered hat showing wear,

His droving days were over
With the passing of an age,
And now he was a footnote
On a dusty history page.

Still he had his memories
When a cowboy's life he knew,
Working hard from sun to sun
'Til daily tasks were through.

He let go a heavy sigh
Pushing himself from the chair,
Setting his hat more firmly,
He left no sign he'd been there.
 
Brian, your pictures bring up a lot of memories for me. I am feeling nostalgic tonight.

I need to print the poem and study it when I am not so tired.

Bob
 
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