George M. Noblitt

THE DAY RIDE

 

Often in the early evening hours

While waiting for night to fall

I ride along a dimly lit trail

Lulled by the Whippoorwill's call

 

Summer's cool breezes urge me forward

And ruffle my matted hair

The dew dripping from the cottonwoods

Kiss me with life's tender care

 

I slowly dismount from the mare's back

As crickets begin to sing

Then poise myself to quench my dry thirst

Supping from a pure wet spring

 

Back in the saddle I now return

Crossing a cool mountain crick

Then through a valley so green and plush

Where there are no crippled or sick

 

As night shadows fall I end my ride

Remembering each detail

Bedridden I lay in silent thought

Dreams are how I ride this trail