2006
The Open Trail
Vaughn L. Brown
The sun beat on us,
The swinging gait soothed me,
We rode the open trail.
The meadows of brown and green,
Brown off to the left, green to the right;
These colors I saw with a thrill,
We rode the open trail.
The flies fluttered around and on us,
The breeze blew softly,
The air dried with dust,
We rode the open trail.
We bounded in-out of ditches,
He stepped high over rough ground,
His spirit sought the freedom of trails,
Nothing filled him with more happiness,
We rode the open trail.
My hands were soft,
My balance fine,
I sat easy in the saddle,
Observing the beauty of Nature,
We lost sense of time,
It was us, riding the open trail.
The shade we welcomed,
The dust we coughed,
Our skin dried,
Our pace so lively,
We rode the open trail.
The birds sang,
The squirrels chirped,
The music of Nature,
Touched our keen senses,
We rode the open trail.
I felt natural,
Felt at home,
I was back where my spirit belonged,
I saw Nature in ways that I forgotten to see it,
The colors jumped out at me, the contrasts spoke clearly,
There was a sense of peace as
We rode the open trail. |