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


11 Responses to “Warm Westward Wind”
  1. beth says:

    it’s always there = well done

  2. Francisco Bravo Cabrera says:

    “…spare my horse…” loved that line in a most interesting and beautifully phrased poem. Great work my friend!

  3. Makings of an old cowboy song one would sing around his campfire each night!

  4. Jim Borden says:

    I felt like I was watching an old western while I read this – great job with the imagery!

  5. petespringerauthor says:

    The life of a cowboy must get rather lonely at times. They must have to enjoy spending a lot of time by themselves.

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