Lost In A Fantasy
It's a memory
It's a life
It doesn't exist but in my dreams
Sometimes this is what the best answer seems;
To be lost in a world of belly deep grass
Glossy horse hair
Frisky black calves
The refined silhouettes of colts
Old cedar corrals
A rickety old barn
Fields of green
Some of the most beautiful things ever seen.
Riatas hangin on adobe walls
Hackamores, mecates, spade bits and all
Remuda flowin in
The whisper of the prairie wind
The howl of a lonesome coyote and the stomp of a stud
The nicker of a tot foal and the bawl of a calf
Riding through the days
The clear and the haze
A dusty road
A vibrant meadow
Racing swiftly through the green
It seems only to be a dream
A fantasy
A life unseen
A trance that overpowers your mind
If you don't keep up you'll be left behind
Spurs jangling
Faded sun lingering over the mountains tops
Thundering hooves
Vigor in my heart
Rope in hand
A good ol' horse
And lots of open land.
Luvs, Gussie
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