Questioning my existence,
I feel myself responding
to what’s in my head.
Overthinking the next move?
A quick way to lose.
Not taking in what’s right here.
Moments shatter in your hand
never held again.
Walking on a balance beam,
wobble and remount.
Sunrise calls me to visit
and taste her coffee,
each day with a smile.
Beaming a warm reminder:
Go enjoy this day.
I feel my spirit gradually ebbing away,
So, when I eventually lie down to die,
Will my ancestors save a place for me
Around the great camp-fire in the sky?
Will the buffalo be grazing there
In herds too numerous to count?
Will my faithful white stallion be waiting,
For me to, once more, remount?
Will the eagles soar high above my head?
Will the bear and wolf run free?
Will the plains grasses sigh in the breeze,
In an ever changing symphony?
Will the flow of cool mountain streams
Cleanse all regrets from my anguished mind
Will the peace I am desperately seeking,
Be there for me to find?
Blue's Magic Patches_Patches for short
What great magical horse with gait
Smooth ride but young unexperienced
Going to ride today for air is cool
Saddled up ready to go beyond_
Beyond those hills that are snow-capped
Exciting time of freedom to get away
Our day to bond and learn area
So much to see and visit over hills
And across dale_ at small stream stop
To let Patches drink and rest a bit
While I take some mid-day nourishment
Crepuscular clouds forming over toward
The hills threatening first snowfall
On the dales and valleys probably
Snow to cover land like the mountains
One snowflake falls as remount
Touches Patches' nose
Patches gives his reign a shake
Terror in his eyes as snow falls
Darken skies _ Patches becomes more terrified
Rearing up in terror_hold on with all might
Patches runs and runs trying to outrun snow
So young__he just doesn't know....