Warm Westward Wind
Warm westward wind doth fly on wing
Parching land far as eye can see
No cloud or storm will soon you bring
To quench my sun baked misery
Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands
Old paint’s sweat does fine saddle drape
Blanket drips from the efforts made
No tree or billow slight escape
Horizon bodes but little shade
Blow dust and tumbleweed along
Grained blizzard of hot thankless sand
Saguaro keep so brave and strong
Desert sentries making a stand
No choice save I but stay the course
This direction alone my path
Be kind to me and spare my horse
You searing and constant wrath
Until bedroll makes campsite
This path I must assured stay
Respite in the chilled desert night
‘Morrow to east you blow I pray
Relent for now my mighty foe
To better days my hopes are pinned
No matter where it is I go
I may face warm westward wind
commonsensiblyspeaking 
Amen
WOW. Just Wow. Your use of imagery. I really love this poem. Your poem is written in a really old english (I mean that as the biggest compliment as I am a major Shakespear fan). I hope that you post more soon.
Kind regards
Kenya
I am not sure that it is a conscious effort to write in an older style, or if it is phrasing, abbreviation, and word choice used to fit meter and rhyme scheme. Thank you for your kind words and continued support!
Well planned or not you are an amazing poet
You’ll find i’ve nominated you for a sunshine blogger award
Thank you for your kindness Kenya!
Hey Brad, would you mind reaching out to me on my contact page? I would have reached out to you but I see you have none. I’d like to just pick your brain a little bit, if you don’t mind.
Hmm…A contact page. Maybe that is something I should work on. I’ll be happy to contact you Mathew and you may pick away.
Beautiful poem btw
Thanks Wolf Boy!
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