Snowy River
The man moved along a snowy river, he rides a spotted horse, his presences is felt before it is seen.
He checks the vistas and when he's sure he continues down the Rocky shore.
Nothing but open meadows along the way, his breath come like a cloud on this cold winters day.
He has a vision and it's just a few miles away.
He nudges his horse to pick up the pace so he can get to that amazing place.
Over a tall steep ridge he sees the country side ever so grand, there stand a woman holding out her hand.
Now there's a hurry deep in his soul,there she stands with tears in her face, waiting for him to reach down and lift her so he can kiss her fear stained face.
He looks at her and wipes her tears away and with one look she know he's home to stay.
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