The Golden Desert Ride
By FarmGirl •
As we lope into the desert
Your golden mane whips back at my face.
Your legs move smooth as ice
As you carry me into a sense of freedom.
It's like I'm riding the wind,
Like I'm in a beautiful dream.
When I'm on your back
I get that sensation, that wonderful felling
That I'm being carried away from all my troubles.
It feels as though if you were'nt here,
I could'nt survive.
You will always be my best friend,
For you are a part of me.
You will always be,
My Horse