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Ghost Trail
riding hard...never ending trail...always the same route never ending...every night you hear the pounding of hooves no one in sight...just the constant sounds of many hooves traveling the night on a long dusty ghost trail you know the history...you know the stories recited but it never prepares you for the chaotic sounds you hear the unnerving sounds of numerous hooves running wild traveling the night on a long dusty ghost trail you remember the stories about the massive stampede the thunderous night of men and cattle running wild the cattle spooked by a lightening bolt...running mindlessly traveling the night on a long dusty ghost trail men upon horses...racing to keep up with them to stay alive one false move and they would be trampled in the panic praying this would soon end....having it end with their deaths traveling the night on a long dusty ghost trail Vote for this poem
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