Ride On, Old Friend

Dust in the wind. The trail runs long. The saddle creaks

to an old worn song. The sun dips low, paints the sky

in red. Miles behind us, words unsaid. Ride on, old friend,

through the canyon wide. The stars will guide where the shadows

hide. The reins are frayed, but the bond won't bend.

Ride on. Ride on, my old friend. Hooves on the

dirt. A rhythm so true. A life of wonder,

just me and you. Cattle calls echo the coyotes' wail. The stories we've