RIDING THE WIND

He put out his sails
and was riding the wind,
with his hoofs barely touchin' the ground.
He sailed over trails,
loose and lithe limbed-
with the wind in his tail as he'd bound.

With long slender lines
and proud regal prow,
the stallion skimmed over the plain.
As he raced through the pines,
the cones from a bough
streamed in the wake of his mane.

While waddies pursued him
through sagebrush and trees,
they sought out the stallion in vain.
The clipper ship sailed-
unbounded and free,
across the sage-crested main.

Nobody roped
this imperial  steed-
they didn't come close to his neck-.....
He sailed 'cross the plains, 
a' riding the wind,
and nobody mounted his deck.

Bette Wolf Duncan
copyright2000