Horseback Cherokee
2007
Vaughn L. Brown
I ride the hot skies
With the sun beating down--
And the wind blowin'--
Dry dust into my eyes.
Keepin' the horse up in the bridle--
Keepin' him under the saddle;
We ride miles upon miles--
Hours and hours rollin' on by.
Workin' to keep him engaged--
Askin' him to lighten up in the reins;
Every move we turn the page--
Every footfall causes change.
Listenin' to my spirit--
The Cherokee say;
Understand the horse's language--
Understand his ways.
When the clouds come overhead--
It gives us shadows to rest in;
When the rain falls--
It gives us water to drink from.
When the grass is brown--
And the hoppers abound;
We scavenge for ground--
That will appease our hunger.
Before wanderin' the desert--
I was a shotgun rider;
But since the stagecoach driver shot at me--
I've been riding alone.
And now we are back to base one--
Ridin' in the hot skies;
With the wind blowin' dust into my eyes--
This is our home. |