Partners With the Wind

It is an ancient ancestry; A horse hoof and man’s hand — A primal link back to the sea— Blood brother to the land. It is spring’s end for brandin’ now, You stop and take a break— But are you master or the cow? This life’s more give than take. You lean back slow, now at your ease To saddle leather squeak— As lowing sun grazes the trees To find the breeze you seek. You know that those who share the land Now seem too far and few— But one thing that you understand, Is that you’re far from through. You know stampedin’ years won’t dim This life that so few chose— Freedom’s just like a far off rim That we too often lose. Yet, still the range rides in your heart; Your soul is what it steals— And then you’re right back at the start— With wind beneath your heels. The world throws you and has its say— It’s sadness mixed with joy— But still you know it’s a great day Just to be a cowboy. Yes, horse and man live their seasons, They know all things must end— Yet they linger for those reasons— Close partners with the wind.