My Somewhere
There's a trail running north from Santa Fe
I think I know but ain't sure where it goes
Each time I ride it I get 'bout halfway
An' then out of the blue it snows and snows
Somehow I just knew where that old trail ends
I could see it in my mind plain as day
A peaceful valley sheltered from the winds
Sparkling water and smell of new mown hay
Now my time is up, it's been on my mind
I asked my son to bury me up there
As I gladly leave all of this behind
Never saw it, but it was my "somewhere"
"Well, Pa",he thought,"I will bury you there.
"A dead end road,but it was your 'somewhere' "
December 18, 2016
But It Was Not Real contest
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