Horse Thief Canyon

There's a place where the past whispers on the wind,

Where shadows hold secrets of what might have been.

Listen close as I tell you a tale

Of Horse Thief Canyon and its ghostly trail.

On a late fall afternoon

We walked into Horse Thief Canyon,

Camera ready, not knowing soon

We'd hear echoes from the bygone.

Narrow walls climbing high,

Felt eyes watching from above—

Shadows dancing, we don't know why

In this place that time forgot.

The ghost of a horse thief rides,

His leather creaks in the wind.

Phantom hooves and warriors' cries

In this canyon where legends begin.

Down the beaten path we tread,

Feeling watched with every step.

Dark caves and boulders ahead ,

Ancient spirits haven't slept.

Deeper into the canyon's heart

Where the walls rise steep and tall,

Ghostly sounds tear us apart—

Echoes of a long-past fall.

The ghost of a horse thief rides,

His leather creaks in the wind.

Phantom hooves and warriors' cries

In this canyon where legends begin.

Winds rush down, bringing the past,

Hoofbeats clattering, coming fast.

Echoes of a thief's last stand,

History written in the sand.

Up the trail we made our escape,

Leaving a thief to guard his ground.

On the rim, the sun's last shape

Casts long shadows all around.

The ghost of a horse thief rides,

His leather creaks in the wind.

Phantom hooves and warriors' cries

In this canyon where legends begin.

From the overlook we gaze

Across the rugged canyon wall.

Ancient warriors through the haze

Still standing proud and tall.

Through the prairie grass we climb,

Sun's warm glow a welcome sight,

Wondering if others find

The canyon's secrets in twilight.

Grandmother and child appear

On nature's path at day's end.

Do they feel the spirits near,

Or is that gift just for some to comprehend?

In Horse Thief Canyon's timeless grace

Where legends and spirits roam,

We felt the magic of this place

And carried its mystery home.

Alan Simpson