Morning Ride.

Riding through the glen.

Time morning around ten.

Riding my horse bareback.

Along a tree covered track.

All around me peace.

Twenty first century here does cease.

Trotting along at a slow pace.

This is no horse race.

Wild life does its thing.

Nature harmoniously does sing.

I am happiest when I'm here.

Here i have no fear.

Mother nature looks after me.

I feel so soulfully free.

Wild dear at me look.

They wonder if them i want to cook.

They quickly disappear.

From man they sense fear.

Red squirrels hop and skip.

My horse i gently whip.

She quickens up and back home we head.

Where my sweet wife lies asleep in bed.

Beside her i do lie.

The rest is private so bye bye.