Week 1 Poem: Whistled Up To The Sky

Inspired by a recent barrage of cowboy images in movies and books. Not to mention, my dad was a range riding cowboy when I was very small. I like to think that he dreamed of Mom like this and their love brought him home safe. Enjoy! ~ Cassandra

Whistled Up To The Sky

The lonesome hours of a cowboy’s life outnumber the sage on the plain.
Hours filled with dust and sweat but always alive with dreams.
Dreams woven of moonlight at midnight and whistled up to the sky.
A cowboy’s song; a spell is cast; a mournful lullaby.

Long dry notes blown over sun chapped lips are gathered up by the wind
To dance amongst the twinkling stars and cactus blooms so sweet.
The cowboy whistles his lover’s tune and cannily checks the herd.
The beasts are calm tramping along; no camp; the weather’s good.

On a perfect night with the stars so bright and the wind caressing him just so,
She is conjured from the notes of his song and the depth of his very soul,
She is borne on the scent of cactus-bloom and the tang of evergreen.
Airy fingers comb the hair on his cheek; soft as a kiss in spring.

A hundred miles and six days in the saddle away from home and his love
On this magical night she rides to him on a steed of silver and white.
His song calls his lover and holds her there; she rides the night trail by his side.
A hundred miles and six days in the saddle; he’ll soon hold his bride.

She lights the way cast in silvery gleam, the stars twinkling with her laughter.
She fills his mind and fills his dreams and keeps him ever after
Moving down the trail and closer to home, till he’s safe in her embrace
He is at home wherever he roams when he sings to feel her grace.