There Comes a Day... When nerve and muscle no longer obey the eager spirit - There comes a day; When courage gives way to caution, and you begin to find reasons not to do; When high adventure has lost its zest. Then it's time for a reckoning - what is best? So hark, young friends, as I tell it to you, for surely at last you will be here too. We flew that wall, the mare and I. Now suddenly we pass it by; Was it not just the other day? She pricks her ears - I turn away. Must all that joy belong to the past? Is there nothing left that still can last? Perhaps a way may yet be found - Yes, there is a lesser middle ground.
The call of the trail, the glow of the ride - a woodland walk with shortened stride; For the sun still warms and water gleams as ripples flow down the tumbling streams. The wind blows fresh and spirits mend with the horse you love - that comforting friend.
Sweet Smartcat · Sun Sep 27, 2009 @ 12:11pm · 1 Comments |