Faded Love

We rode till Just before dark
and then kept riding..
a horse will find his way
if you give him his head
if you trust him..
we made it back to the barn by 9:00
unsaddled,
brushed 'em good,
let 'em go
we listened to them run..
we couldn't see them run,
but we could hear them..
their hooves pounding the earth..
they bucked and snorted..
happy to be free..
there is no sound like the pounding of hooves in the darkness...
as we drove back to town we listened to music..
she said..
"Let's go dancing."
As we pulled in,
Bob Wills sang "Faded Love"
It was a good day,
and night.

wkm
Oxford, MS