Once Upon A Horse’s Back
I led him down
a double track
Where sagebrush stand to saddle high,
and cattle thirst a rambling stream,
way atop that great divide,
I showed him where I dare to dream;
November sun,
buckles of brass;
Yellow fur
and dancing cheatgrass
Summer left
without goodbye
And snow returned
to mountainside
He handed me a silver ring
in the place where all
the Sandhills sing
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