Badland Trails

BADLAND TRAILSMy pony’s bridle lays across a hay bail.A black saddle straddles a fence post rail.From blurry eyes a tear drop may fall.Ghostly apparitions of a memory to recall.In days of youth mounting from fence rails,rider on pony would wander endless trails.My mount would forever faithfully guide,when crossing haunted badlands at a stride.Quotes;I am delighted by the romanticism of the poetry,...