He'll ride In the morning, through the day
Travels the road,
High upon the hills, a shadow beneath the clouds,
Into the wind, the rain blowing against his face,
The snow falls as through the mountain passes he
A man with no name, throughout the land maybe a glimpse,
He's known only as the rider, carrying whatever for hire.
This horse he rides with colors of solid black and
A demon creature, wicked with speed like the wind.
Brown and black hat worn on his head gives a mysterious
A coat so long for cover and warmth shields him from
Weather, The rider.
Boots on his feet of dark, broken In pattern can be
Noticed In the stirrups,
This man of the land rides and rides just he and his
Like a ghost so quiet he roams the wild wilderness
He's known as the rider, Into the night he rides.
Thanks for reading.
On Wed, Jul 28, 2021 at 10:50 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
Thanks so much.
On Wed, Jul 28, 2021 at 10:58 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: