FROM: Ron Bell, Silver Springs Nv
PST
Ride of 2014
THE MAGIC OF THE RIDE
Poem By
Ron Bell Silver Springs Nv
The moon is setting high in the sky
My horse moves away as the Mochilla is placed
I step up, my toe searches for the stirrup
My horses hoofs echoing, I feel the magic of the ride
With a cool night breeze in my face
The trail is opening before me by the light of the moon
How many times, how many have ridden this trail
Taking me back in time the magic of the ride
As my horse floats across the flats
The moon is lifting me into the past
Has any rider ever felt what I feel
My horse and I are feeling the magic of the ride
Our new rider has the mail and riding down the trail
The moon is aglow casting shadows along his way
His heart is pounding as he remembers the riders of the past
He is riding hard and feeling the magic of the ride
I am up now and feel the night calm my spirit
Shadows fly by as I canter down the trail
I slow for the rocks, a shadow moves across my path
My horse stumbles but on I go feeling the magic of the ride
The last riders appear in the dark the mail is passed
They canter out of sight, the sound of hoofs are gone
Alone I stand in the glow of the moon my ride is done
As they ride to the next exchange do they feel the magic of the ride