Saturday Ride

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    Saturday Ride

    Thinking back on the week

    Telling myself I don’t care

    Saying ill move on

    Been through worse

    None the less

    She meant something to me

    What was I thinking

    I knew better

    My motives to ponder

    I knew what the hope was

    Yes we shared a good time

    Maybe a few

    In different ways

    She touched me

    I was fast to let her in

    Still on guard

    I didn’t fall in love

    Ride gets longer

    Horse growing impatient

    As is my Heart

    Time to clear my mind

    Hear the LORDS voice inside

    Feeling free in the wind

    Just Horse and rider

    On lookers stare

    Women think it’s cool

    O look he’s riding

    I’m just trying to find answers  

    A place where I can hear my Heart

    The LORDS good voice

    A place to block out the distractions of life

    A place to be alone

    To block out the loneliness

    Don’t need any reminders

    Just need to free myself

    In the sun

    Sweat down my body

    It’s time to return home

    Horse in stall, Tac hung up

    Facing reality again

    I can live with myself

    Always learning more

    I love my life

    It’s a gift from GOD

    GOD Bless

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    Wakeitha commented on Saturday Ride

    05-18-2012

    Awersome and beautiful words, feel were you coming from, sometime its a struggle cause the flesh tries to make us fall. We are human but we can't do it along it takes the Lords strength to get you through.Amen

    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.
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