12-14-2011, 10:59 PM
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Last Online: 12-15-2011 11:40 PM
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The Richness of Life
People say I’m one heck of a writer, but I ride horses just as well. I don’t see a medal around my neck, nor my horses’ as well. Writing and riding are just for fun, not much money have I made. Not even a medal to show for the time I’ve spent writing much more than my name. I am just a poor cowgirl wishing for just one; a pretty medal hanging around my neck to say that I have won.
Three pennies in my pocket jingling a song; as I ride the trails laughing and singing, “I am rich as hell, it’s clear as a bell. I have a horse that I can trust and a bedroll to stretch out on the land. I watch the fireflies as they light up the night and hear the coyotes howl.
Listening to their song, I call back with an Indian sound, “Yiiyiiyii… at the end!” With love in my heart for Mother Earth I feel the song echoing through the trees, I have a Medal in my heart, because I know that Spirit surrounds me.
I understand the richness that I have as I sit by the fireside. Looking up into the Star-studded night winking back at me, I know when to be thankful for the chance, just to be me. I love hearing the racoon as they chatter in the trees and the Great Owl's as they screech "Whoo" in the dark of the night.
I love looking up at the Moon searching for the face of the man in the moon. The clouds float slowly by hiding the moon and making the skies darker than before as the clouds pass and the moon is shining it's bright light.
Not many people know the sounds of the night and the chill that runs through your veins, for you become part of life that loves you just the same. Listen to the sounds of the crackling fire, and the horses nicker as they are standing by. You begin to understand the richness of life as you snuggle in for the night.
Close your eyes for the night my friend, as the sounds echo nigh. Love is all that matters in your life blending you as one with the night. We are all rich with life that I understand. I love being a small part of the Universe as God holds my hand in the dark of the night, makes me smile with utter delight.
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