GHOST TOWN WIND BY ANTHONY CHARLES BLAKE

It was an Arizona Sunrise

A new day to recognize

It was a Greyhound bus pulling into a Terminal bus stop

Passengers felt alerted and confused

Suddenly winds began to blow

Tumbleweed surfacing in moving and it they weren’t slow

Shutters were hitting what looked like deserted homes

It was a town that was all alone

The Arizona winds blew hard and strong

Passengers on the Greyhound bus felt the bus should move along

A new passenger stepped aboard

He had a Spanish accent

The Mighty winds continued to blow

The Greyhound bus finally pulled out

Destination being Los Angeles

A Ghost town that will always be remembered

Thoughts even through slumbered

Winds surrounding a Greyhound bus stop being an Old Rusted once Gas Station

There’s your presentation

The wind that caught everyone’s attention

Journey wind unknown

Mystery full blown

Ghost town from when

The story that comes to an end.