Desert Wind Ghosts
There are mysteries in this desert vast,
Few have seen or heard, or even want to,
For the mysteries are from distant past,
Desert wind ghosts of long ago will haunt you,
Longingly they may whisper and taunt you,
Hoping you will finally hear at last
How they lived and died, listen, hear their story,
They died in pain and fear, maybe in glory.
The life they lived in distant days of old,
Was so happy till they died all alone,
They only want their story to be told,
A story you could maybe pass on in time,
So someone can empathize and will hold
What their life meant and what they had shown
To be known, find a place in history,
So be not afraid and hear their story.
Wild breezes can stir up desert wind ghosts,
A different type called a dust devil,
Willy-willies, that carry angry hosts,
Not just whispers, but rise to a level
Of such height it can certainly scare folks,
Stay away, do not be a dare devil,
Those are the ones we say don’t go near it,
Dust devils carry an angry spirit.
Mysteries of the desert are in sand,
Like Kwazi, the giant serpent sand dune,
That stretches far and wide over the land,
It may look as if it lies still, but soon
We can see it move by the wind’s strong hand,
Watching it under a desert full moon,
Can be an experience quite erie,
For none know which way it goes, be leary.
Indigenous people believe Kwazi the serpent is within Sand Mountain, the giant sand dune in the
desert of Fallon, Nevada.
© 2017 Phyllis Doyle Burns