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