He rode his horse 'cross the plains wild and free
Toward that special place where the mountains rise
He owed no man, the land was his to see
It was enough, 'til he recalled her eyes
She'd been sixteen and he had found first love
They talked and laughed and gazed at glittered skies
While he held her hand and thanked God above
The world was his - he marveled at its size
Then she was gone, she had just slipped away
And he was left alone among the cows
He still owned the world and the light of day -
He held it close with all the here's and now's
Mountains rose and he whistled in surprise
It was enough 'til he recalled her eyes
Copyright © Larry Bradfield
September 11, 2016
Form- Lost love
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