Riding Away To Color
I’ll ride away from city life,
from the dingy brown of smog
and the mixing in of gray
with the white of tule fog.
Escaping black of pavement,
to New Mexico I’ll stray.
With my horse and pack mule,
to color I’ll ride away.
Through golden mountain passes,
I’ll ride to the orange southwest.
I’ll camp by the great Grand Canyon,
to see which times are best
to gaze at its bright red rock,
and enjoy it many a day.
With my horse and pack mule,
to color I’ll ride away.
By day, I’ll freely ride beneath
the heavens so vast and blue.
I’ll say my prayers by light of stars,
a sky-full, not just a few.
Slow or fast, I’ll mark my path
from Rio Grande to Santa Fe.
With my horse and pack mule,
to color I’ll ride away.
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