Friday, July 8, 2011

Just Rememberin'

I remember the smell of that ornery colt,
The thrill of a sunset race,
The feel of his mane as I held on tight,
With the wind upon my face.
I remember how he’d nicker,
When I came into view.
I remember how we loved to ride,
And how I loved him too.
That was back in ’83;
Ol’ Smokey’s race is run,
But I often think of TG Smoke,
By the evening’s crimson sun,
When I feel the wind upon my face,
And another day is done.


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