Idaho Sunset

Tinder in the western sky,
So brilliant to my gaze.
A halocaust...a vision rare,
Magnificently ablaze.

Chariot-clouds go racing by,
White stallions rear and prance.
Knights...with helmet, buckler, shield,
Drips blood from every lance.

A pirate-ship...with masts of flame,
Has treasure in its hold.
It sails into the sun's bright rays,
With laden chests of gold.

Jagged-cliffs of distant shore,
Rise to a jeweled-crest.
Where young things flounder...pink and bare,
Within a dragon's nest.

Ember scenes...where night disrobes,
And goes into the sea.
Disclosing for a moment's glimpse,
The land of fantasy.

E.P. 1908 - 1989