• Following a bare dirt path
    Seated on an old leather saddle
    Blonging to a firey black stallion
    Galloping faster than the wind
    Around tight bends
    Over hills and fallen trees
    Nothing can make us stop.
    Not even a cool blue stream
    Filled to the brim with fish
    With deer adn rabits along the bank
    With so much room they felt they weren't squished,
    So they let us pass.

    The sun rises over the mountains
    Unveiling new wonders.
    Making it possible
    To run from all stress and fear
    Through the quiet forest
    Whose only other inhabitants
    Are animals and a lonley mountaineer.

    The sun shines through small gaps,
    But tall leafy trees protect us.
    As they fill the air with
    Pine and cedar fragrance.
    A vine of purple flowers lines the path,
    Soon to be smashed
    By a heard of wild horses wrath,
    And later be eaten
    As they sweep back through like a broom,
    Clearing teh forest of all undergrowth,
    And the purple flower's perfume.

    We stop by the river
    So I can eat my picnic lunch.
    The stallion munches
    On sweet green grass
    While listening for
    The wild horses thundering hooves,
    So we can overtake them,
    And once again lead teh heard
    Along the bare dirt path,
    Around grooves,
    Over hills, and fallen trees,
    Through crystal clear blue streams,
    And fields full of clover.
    Nothing can make us stop
    Galloping forever
    Akibg a bare dirt path.