We ride together, my steed and I
into the waning sun
It is a need, no less than that
'though most would call it fun
This need to ride - to feel the thrum
of power beneath my feet
Is all at once exciting,
delicious, honey sweet
To ride through rainstorms,
cold, gray fog or sunny days
Past caribou and moose,
seeing fox along the way . . .
My steed and I, though separate parts
when riding become one
We share this need - a need to ride
into the setting sun |