The western sky grows crimson
The sun sets below the horizon
Folks end their work for the day
But the lonely rider rides on.
He hasn’t slept a wink in days
His mates have gone their separate ways
He’s been left to ride alone
Left to wander on his own.
Our lonely hero wears a frown
Wanders about from town to town
Singing songs and righting wrongs
Stopping awhile in this journey long.
He comes in every day and age
Angry as the fire,calm as a sage
Whenever people need someone
He will be there, he’s their man.
And after he’s saved the day.
He’ll be off again on his way.
On his horse,to meet his fate
Riding away into the sunset.
5 comments:
Great poem ! It has a mesmerizing melancholic feeling about it that does well to describe the state of an altruistic loner.
And combined with your words, the picture seems to be alive...
Only day before yesterday I was wondering why you hadn't blogged in a while. Glad you're back.
Is this dedicated to Clint Eastwood? :P this cowboy riding away on a horse kinda reminded me of him all of a sudden.
@pulkit-thanks a lot mate.I guess I didn't have anything to write about which is why I didn't write.
@samadrita-Yes it's a homage to him.Today is his birthday :D
Very poignant.. reminds me of Clint Eastwood's 'The Pale Rider.'
Even Clint Eastwood would have been happy to read this....
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