Chasing the Wind

Hello my friend, I am just back in.

I was out chasing the wind.

No I did not catch it,

But I was riding with it.

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We, my horse and I,

Thought we had it,

But when we pulled up

It was gone.

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It had left,

Leaving a still.

Not even a breeze

To cool our sweat.

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We walked in wonder

Of a day so fine.

There is nothing finer

Then a horse eager to please

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And a day the Lord

Has given to ride.

Just the Horse and me

Out worshiping our God.

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To cool our brow and flank

We step up to the trot.

Making our own wind

Our sweat dries away.

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And slowly we come back to a walk

And again wonder at

All the Lord had made,

And how He brought it to today.

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No finer company can a man keep

Then to be with such a beast

As the horse has become.

So willing to give his all.

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He works for hay and feed.

Clean water to quench his thirst

Is all he asks

At the end of the ride.

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He has come to love his job

Companion of man.

He gives his heart and soul

To please his rider.

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Spend his life in a stall if asked

Run in a small paddock

If required

But I will not!

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I will give him all the room I can

Feed him as best I able

Do for him what is right

Not just what he likes.

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I demand far beyond

What he would ask of himself.

In return I will learn his ways

And keep him in his health.

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So we can again

Go chasing the wind

Again work his sweat to a lather,

And again worship together.

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