On windy moor in teeming rain <br />I saw a vision clear and plain <br />I hushed my breath nor called, not I to <br />The Ghost Rider passing by. <br />From whence he came I do not know <br />On stoney ground covered in snow <br />Myself laid still, I shall not show to <br />To the Ghost Rider passing by <br />When all went quiet, still and sound <br />I raised myself up from the mound <br />Of horses hoof for they did pound of <br />The Ghost Rider passing by. <br />T'was eerie night, the day befell <br />When all went dark yet, not was well <br />I undercover in a thickened dell <br />When the Ghost Rider passed me by. <br />I went and followed footfalls light <br />Became of what? this visions plight <br />To ride alone one must be brave <br />On dawn return toward the grave <br />Of the Ghost Rider who passed by.<br /><br />Irina Whitford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ghost-rider/
