Outlaws in Winter Pass <br /> (For Waylon Jennings) <br /> <br />Outlaws in winter pass the gate; <br />shadows across the moon, they move <br />into the night of memory <br />and restless dreams on saddles worn, <br />their horses black as ebon wood. <br />The silver night has called them in, <br />has beckoned them to ride again <br />where boot heels mark a leathered path <br />that leads to these soft stars... <br /> <br />so bright beneath the Hunter's bow.<br /><br />Ron Wallace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/outlaws-in-winter-pass/
