Only a few of us understood his ways and his outfit queer,
His saddle horse and his pack-horse, as lean as a winter steer,
As he rode alone on the mesa, intent on his endless quest,
Old Tom Bright of the Pecos, a ghost of the vanished West.
His gaze was fixed on the spaces; he never had much to say
As he jogged from the Rio Grande to the pueblo of Santa F
(Henry Herbert Knibbs)
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