Wild Lightning, Spooks And Me
I'm as free as the wind as I sway in the saddle!
I love life! There's no clutter, nothing to addle!
I give my faithful cayuse Wild Lightning free rein,
As we meander across God's majestic terrain!
My pal Spooks trots ahead surveying sagebrush and crags.
I sense that he enjoys life as well by the tail he wags!
I crave no roof, the wide-open range is my home;
Terrestrial boundaries don't confine me - freely I roam!
Well-worn saddlebags contain my earthly possessions.
I don't aspire riches nor am I burdened by obsessions!
My soul overflows with wealth as I view His Creation!
Ah! The grandeur of it all! 'Tis ample compensation!
I pause on a knoll viewing the vast panorama and ponder,
The river, a lake, those snow-crowned mountains o'er yonder.
In the valley a herd of pronghorn antelope gambol and play;
At dusk The Master Artist paints a brilliant sunset display!
Campfire embers slowly die - Wild Lightning grazes nearby.
Spooks lies at my feet - snug in my blanket I ponder the sky.
I anticipate being 'wakened by a glorious sunrise next morn,
When Wild Lightning, Spooks and I continue our vagabond bourne!
Robert L. Hinshaw served 30 years in the Air Force retiring
in 1978 in the grade of Chief Master Sergeant. He began
writing poetry in 2002 at age 72 and has composed over