Submitted poetry

Days of the week
BJ Noltensmeyer

Monday – it is raining
Tuesday – the sun to shine;
Wednesday – there are
    rainbows,
Thursday – counted
    all mine;
Friday – is a laundry day,
Saturday – shopping list
    to scan;
Sunday – 1st of week
    to Honor God,
“Freedom of Worship”–
    for every man!

Ghost Cowboy on the Wind
Glen Enloe

As deep thunder in the distance growls,
I ponder now just how to begin,
This dark story mid coyote howls
Of the ghost cowboy on the wind.
 
It began upon a stormy night
With soft pounding rain like horse’s hoof –
And I could not sleep, try as I might,
With that tempest hard on my roof.
 
The blind lightning lit and shook the room,
The horses cried and paced the corral –
They seemed to sense an impending doom,
But they or I did not know how.
 
Then the cabin door blew open wide
And I heard his spurs now clear as sin –
There was no place that my mind could hide
From that ghost cowboy on the wind.
 
Then guns like thunder roared in the night
And a hot rain of blood slapped my face –
I fired wild and cursed with all my might
As I heard his boots run from that place.
 
The storm is gone now and skies are clear,
But I ride toward clouds like long lost kin –
Thunderheads in the west are now near –
I am that ghost cowboy on the wind.

Untitled
Lyndanna Stematz

Rich velvet dark sky
Lush blackness- twinkling star fire
One shoots through the sky