Quatrain of On the Range
Riding Quietly
Out on the range inside my mind,
I ride prayers across
hills and
dales,
In search of a lost soul I once had
corralled then let free
to roam worn
trails.
How beautiful, this open, grassy
endeavor - fresh air to breath
in spiritual
solitude,
When Freedom is real, give a prayer
of thanks, it does not remain a
place to roam, 'tis easily
devalued.
Yorktown Disciple
Riding Quietly
Out on the range inside my mind,
I ride prayers across
hills and
dales,
In search of a lost soul I once had
corralled then let free
to roam worn
trails.
How beautiful, this open, grassy
endeavor - fresh air to breath
in spiritual
solitude,
When Freedom is real, give a prayer
of thanks, it does not remain a
place to roam, 'tis easily
devalued.
Yorktown Disciple
Give
a little
thanks
a little
thanks
Riding the plains of truth
Yorktown Disciple
Quatrain Victor
Poetizing around the world
Quatrain Victor
Poetizing around the world
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Quatrain of On the Range - 10532 - Yorktown Disciple