A Misty Morning

A low fog settled in the mountains,
There is something beautiful out here.
Spirits of cowboys haunt this place,
But this is something bigger than that.
Standing in the fog next to the tree line,
Just before a wide open meadow.
From where I stood all I could see,
Where his horns that stretched a mile high.
And were just as wide,
I blinked and never saw him again.

Looking down from the ridge I stood,
I saw a herd passing before me.
Standing in froze time,
As the herd raced on.
Don’t ever clear your vision,
If you do they will be gone.
As fast as they came.
Maybe next time I will catch a better glimpse,
But for I will sit and wait
On a misty morning after a blue moon…
I will wait for Gods Cattle…. ELK

by Heelerscwgirl
posted on 06/26/2007