Ridge Line
from the ridge line, with the mountain breeze
among saguaro and mesquite trees
a lone rider spurs his horse
and from a distance lassos my heart
not riding off into the sunset
he has a thirst he needs to whet
in the valley the oasis waits
drink your fill, drink your fill
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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