Just one of my poetry pieces that I wrote a couple years ago. I’d love to hear your thoughts on it.
The flag ripples its blue and red,
In a throaty wind,
The kind that wakes things under your bed,
A wind that cautions the hearts of men.
Mixed with the eerie lowing cow,
Yonder o’re a phantom hill.
A wind that silently to you calls,
“Ride, ride into my night.
And see my dark light.
One built of Lone Star Whispers.”