Colin F. Jones

~ One Spur And The Arrow ~
Part 4 ~ THE TEMPEST

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On the trail the morning
Found deacon on his bay
By his side rode Danny
Upon his flea-bit grey

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They edged the jagged cuttings
And followed Dingo trails
All around the rocks loomed high
And the wind began to wail

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The sky grew black, and rumbled
And soon rain began to fall
In the cold and steaming wet
They could not see at all

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Their horses groped on blindly
Sliding on the shale
Both these riders knowing
That their horses would not fail

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They moved from dangerous ravine
Through deep and hollow gorge
As from the gaps and rocky cracks
The water began to forge

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Then the gorge became a gully
Displaying a silver stream
That rippled through the ravines
A shining watery seam

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Here the two found cover
Inside a dim lit cave
And as they scrambled blindly in
There swelled a violent wave

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Wind roared across the mountains
And slapped at rock and tree
Pouring now, the rain crashed down
To tear stone from rock and lea

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The alpine streams they pounded
As the torrents hurled and tossed
Tearing down the steep inclines
Where many gullies crossed

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In the sky the thunder clapped
The lightning flashed and ripped
The tops of trees across the rocks
Where steep canyons clung and dipped

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Landslides rumbled down the slopes
Turning the rivers into surf
Boulders rolled, bounced and crashed
From the rock face down to turf

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But soon the storm was over
And the clouds were swept away
Golden in the clearing sky
The sun made light the day

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From their humble shelter
Leading their fine ponies
Stepped Deacon and with Danny
Smiled like bosom cronies

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They didn’t know where they were
Nor how they even got there
But mounting they gazed around
As though they did not care

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Deacon steered his tired horse
Towards a rocky ledge
Danny turned to follow him
To the dripping edge

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Miles down, vast and wide
Green silver in the sun
The valley stretched from peak to peak
Where the mountain rivers run

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Grazing over the pasture land
Spread for miles around
Wild horses reared and ran
Across the fruitful ground

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Atop a mound, so green it shone
A black horse stood in fire
No artist could paint his splendour
Nor match his black attire

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From the ledge the two men watched
As the wild horse pawed the air
A graceful horse in a fruitful land
With a valley full of mare

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Deacon and Danny turned away
To find their way to camp
At last One Spur had his chance
To prove that he was champ