Perhaps it is time to ride on again,
Over the hill,
And through the valley.
This how my venture will begin.
Filling my nose and lungs,
With free air,
As the birds fly and twitter,
listening to how their songs are sung.
Lettin my horse set the pace,
To pick his own way,
To stop and graze
Feeling the Sun on my face.
There is no particular place to go,
It is just the traveling,
The getting away,
Enjoying nature's beautiful show.
The freedom to just go,
Means everything to me,
The freedom to not return,
This I must feel and know.
That's what keeps me coming back,
Understanding at Home,
The knowing that I have itchy feet
And giving me a little slack.
Wife, Home and Harth
Comments
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Vivid images you paint with this poem...On horseback the freedom of riding, yet, always the love to return home...
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Nicely said. Hope she gets to travel with you - at least most of the time. A ) It's a fabulous adventure for couples to share (at least if both have the right attitude) and B ) because it gets lonely when the other is away for extended periods of time.
Your thoughts are penned and expressed well.
ya All~Ways, ~ Jan ~
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