The prairie blows the grasses <br />And whips the horse’s mane. <br />They travel, horse and rider, <br />Through the sea of amber grain <br /> <br />Hills roll by, and clouds pass <br />But steady are the horse’s hooves <br />Upon the wind blown grass <br />As they travel, horse and rider <br /> <br />There is no trail that they follow <br />No path that can be seen <br />There they travel, horse and rider <br />Upon the endless blowing green<br /><br />Ivy Schex<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/horse-and-rider/
