I fail to do a lot of things I ought to do.
But Lord, when trails are steep and passes high,
I do not care how many flowers they send,
Above all else, the happiest trail would be,
For You to say to me, "Let's ride, My Friend."
It's the way you ride the trail that counts;
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
2nd Publication aloveforhorses.com February 2013 http://alove4horses.com/romancing-trigger-by-gina-mcknight/#axzz2KAHNxXKh