Ghosts of the West

All the Pretty Horses –

it don’t matter none.

Just dust clouds on the wind –

the cowboys and their guns.

All the West was won,

the graves and ash to grind –

the child looks, but it don’t matter none.

All the Pretty Horses

have run their fated courses.

* My latest contribution to the wonderful One Shot Poetry Wednesdays! Once you’ve had a look, check out some of the other One Shot Poets as well–they’re a skilled bunch of poets, with a supportive and thriving community.


29 thoughts on “Ghosts of the West

  1. The West may be won; but the fierce blood of the pioneer thrives and there’s always room for heroes boy, there’s always need for heroes! Actually that book is on my bedside table to read next. I hold to the McMurtry view though. He being a kindred spirit to me. Poem is, nonethless, brilliant Chris. Really enjoyed it. Gay @beachanny

  2. This one had an almost eerie feel to it (on one hand)… and on the other, it opened a pandora’s box of global politics…
    Either ways, I like how you led your readers in this poem! Very nice, Chris…

  3. Such history embedded in this atmospheric piece Chris. Your poem of course but just a suggestion to improve the flow a little – as you haven’t stuck strictly to end line rhymes I’d be tempted to rearrange the last line so it reads

    All the Pretty Horses

    their fated courses run.

    As a say just a tiny suggestion.

    A really lovely piece.


    • Thank you for the suggestion! It’s always a pleasure to see all the kind words people have to say…but it’s always better when that praise comes not blindly, but with suggestions, or critiques, or simple ruminations.

      Been pondering the flow a bit myself – so it’s nice to hear someone else feels the same. Better flow to that certainly, and you are correct about the lack of strictness to the end rhymes, but I do like the ring of courses following the horses to the end…hm. Something for myself to think on. And you know, I really need to get around to posting a piece or two to the Facial Expressions…been meaning to, just keeps sleeping by in the bustle of the day. So many things to do…ah, but I ramble.

      Glad you enjoyed the piece. Thanks for the kind words!

  4. Good writing, Chris! I love the eerie feeling. I love the contrasts between the ‘Pretty horses’ and the ‘cowboys and their guns’ and the presence of a ‘child’. You’ve composed lines that do sound like a ballad! No wonder it inspired Ray Lamontagne to write the music for your poem.

  5. “Veni, vidi, vici” words, “I came, I saw, I conquered”. Julius Caesar, 47BC. We lost the west and our freedom when we conquered

    gut wrenching poem…. now the beauties are sold for meat….I stopped eating meat…my prayer is that others stop as well.


  6. Yes do come and post on Facial Chris, it really is a wonderfully creative learning environment. There are some excellent poets and constructive feedback is so vital in helping us all to hone our craft.


  7. interesting little piece.. leaving me with some thoughts… some room for the reader to draw there own conclusions, which is a good thing.

    Cheers Chris, hope you consider entering our Creative Challenge on the Facebook Group!


  8. It has been a while, hope that you have a promising and fulfilling 2011 ahead.
    We have enjoyed your support in 2010, a great big thanks here, cheers!

    We will have our 17th potluck beginning this Sunday, Hope to see you in.

    our theme this week is: “the road ahead”, but you are welcome to share old poems or poems unrelated to our theme..

    The more you share, the happier we are…
    You have been a gem to our community, keep shining with your fabulous talent and have fun!

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