Other Winds by Bob MacKenzie There are other winds in the west I have not yet felt. They are there in wait for the unwary travelling in the dark. They lurk in the shadows of the Rockies like gullies and ravines. Their disguise is perfect shadows among shadows growing daily darker there. Their disguise is perfect whispering winds among the mountain breezes. One day I know I shall enter the wrong dark ravine meet the wrong dark wind. |