Cowboy Spirit

for the man with the guitar

The lonely sound of a sad violin
Drifts almost unnoticed through the hills
And the moonlight sifts down on the Quiver trees
and the clip-clop of hooves echo

And around the corner comes the tired rider
Bent under years of dust
And just the tune that winds between rocks
Makes him and his horse go on

Thorn bushes try to grab his clothes
and the horse’s reins hang loose
The horse and rider moves without pause
While the darkness dies and the sunrise builds

And when the shadows flee
And the stars wink out one by one
Then the vision of horse and rider disappears
But the sound of the cowboy violin lingers

And the people thereabouts like to tell the story
In the evenings around the fire
Because Nababeeb is known for its ghosts
That can be seen the the night’s last hour

© Leoni Venter 2000

Cowboy Spirit

Leoni Mullett

Nelspruit, South Africa

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English translation of my poem “Cowboy Gees” for anyone who’s interested :) Nothing rhymes, it’s a direct translation, more or less..

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