The Pass
As we cross the prairie,
most times alert and wary
You must see the pass,
the way of the mass
There can be no detour,
the tail's straight and sure
Seeing "Scouts" on the bluff,
ask, did I do enough ?
Ride on, there is no retreat,
perhaps the grass is sweet !
Copyright © Mario Vitale | Year Posted 2017
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