Wind swept earth
Lapping water beneath my feet
The fire burns hot
While by face is buried in dust
Broken signs, rusted with age
Horseshoes thrown careless to the side
The world mistreats things like these
They treat my horse and I too this way
I ride all day, camping at night
The bugs, they bite, and the stars, they hide
The trees whisper their night lullaby
Crickets chirp, squirrels forage as I close my eyes
My horse he stamps, impatient to run
I awaken to a branch, as broken as I, glistening in the early sun
Why oh why? I scream in my head
The townspeople never fought in the war yet they want me dead
On and on my weary horse trots
Never finding shelter at night nor welcome shade when its hot
The hills and valleys I ride and climb over
Till I set my sights on a quiet ranch house and out front is yellow clover
There are horses there grazing in the grass
and soon I can forget all that's happened in the past
For I arrived at a home for me, my horse and I
A home, a brother, and a life that I can truly call mine
The End
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