Author Jonathan Chaves Withered vines, old tree and crows at dusk; little bridge, flowing stream and bank of sand. Ancient highway, gaunt horse in western wind. Evening sun descending to the west; desolate, a man at edge of sky. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments