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INDIAN SUMMER
By Wendy Brown-Barry
It's windy on the ridge Yellow tar weed's all in bloom Wintertime's a-comin' And I think it's way too soon.
I'm ridin' on my favorite mare Reno is her name Her coat is golden like the grass With a thick black tail and mane.
The view up here is priceless, And we have to stop and stare I love our time together We're really quite a pair.
Indian Summer is upon us It's a special time of year The days are warm and sunny The nights are crisp and clear.
There's veggies in the garden Time to harvest one last load And I think I should get to it Before it turns off cold.
I'm thinkin' about the woodpile It's getting kinda low Better stock some more in Before it starts to snow.
But it's hard to think about those things On such a golden day The crickets chirp a song to me It says go on and play.
So I ride out on the ridgeline I enjoy the time alone I've got a couple of hours to ride Before returning home.
The dogs are running playfully Their noses in the air They're caught up in the moment Neither seems to have a care.
The leaves are still a healthy green A few are on the ground There'll be more color changes Before they turn to brown.
Deer season's almost over And they won't have to hide We share the trails together And it's lots more safe to ride.
The only problem with the Fall Is I neglect to do my chores It's hard to stay inside and work When I'd rather be outdoors.
© Copyright 2010 Wendy Brown-Barry |
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