Ancient whispers reverberate
through the valleys beyond description.
Saddlesore and invigorated
reins and stirrup sunsets .
Praying to the fire before the lowing dawn .
Smoke rises on an early
morning snow .
Hoof tracks coerced in the
silence beneath the winds .
There is a trust inherent
between the horses and
Their cattle .
Those ancient spirits guide us ,
So strong and unwavering
we drop to our knees in awe .
And weep .
This land cannot be taken .
This land unyielding and
relentless.
This land that cannot be
controlled.
The hours hold no mercy
for the profound soul
of another age .
The duel between land and Skies .
Freedom in tears and brambles , the thistle and the thorns .
Ridges and thunderheads
Collide, beautifully deep
beyond words .
Casting the dreams that
whisper in your eyes .
Hard work and long days
honor in the wind runners,
depth in the spurs and the saddles.
In the feathers and the ropes.
Pilippa smiles , she’s home
on the range .
It seems there is only the skies above and the earth in your toes.
The open range , the one you love .
Dreams filled with Prairie stars .
The big skies seemingly dancing with the ****** land
creeping on forever .
Maybe this land defeats us .
This Savage land whose
music forever haunts us .
Or maybe it defines us .
This vast landscape
of dust , time and heart .
Boundless energy,
romance and danger .
Never wanting to leave it
to never say goodbye.
If there is a judgment
at the end of this trail .
Know it’s to follow your Lodestar.
Take risks and begin anew.
Know this land fills your heart
and sears your soul
to those ancient whispers.
Jan 7, 2024
Jan 7, 2024 at 11:21 PM UTC
Ancient whispers reverberate
through the valleys beyond description.
Saddlesore and invigorated
reins and stirrup sunsets .
Praying to the fire before the lowing dawn .
Smoke rises on an early
morning snow .
Hoof tracks coerced in the
silence beneath the winds .
There is a trust inherent
between the horses and
Their cattle .
Those ancient spirits guide us ,
So strong and unwavering
we drop to our knees in awe .
And weep .
This land cannot be taken .
This land unyielding and
relentless.
This land that cannot be
controlled.
The hours hold no mercy
for the profound soul
of another age .
The duel between land and Skies .
Freedom in tears and brambles , the thistle and the thorns .
Ridges and thunderheads
Collide, beautifully deep
beyond words .
Casting the dreams that
whisper in your eyes .
Hard work and long days
honor in the wind runners,
depth in the spurs and the saddles.
In the feathers and the ropes.
Pilippa smiles , she’s home
on the range .
It seems there is only the skies above and the earth in your toes.
The open range , the one you love .
Dreams filled with Prairie stars .
The big skies seemingly dancing with the ****** land
creeping on forever .
Maybe this land defeats us .
This Savage land whose
music forever haunts us .
Or maybe it defines us .
This vast landscape
of dust , time and heart .
Boundless energy,
romance and danger .
Never wanting to leave it
to never say goodbye.
If there is a judgment
at the end of this trail .
Know it’s to follow your Lodestar.
Take risks and begin anew.
Know this land fills your heart
and sears your soul
to those ancient whispers.
