I want to be an XP rider…..
by Karen Chaton
Visions of the trail fill my mind
Desire to feel horseflesh, to inhale the scent of sweat
Dreaming of the day we trot thru the cool brisk morning air
As we race out of sight
Saddling my favorite mount; excitement in the air
Feeling the thrill, our destiny
Honored to cover the tracks of such famous horse and men
Recognize their accomplishments, respect their ability
The feeling deep inside overwhelms
Why are we here?
A dream many cannot understand
When an email can send the same information in seconds
That a Pony Express rider risked life and limb
The dream to go back in time and live and ride
Like the Pony Express rider way before our time
Is this a fantasy or a reality
Excitement consumes, how lucky could I be?
Grandma always said I was born in the wrong time
A shower is nice
Clean fingernails divine
But give me a saddle sore you’ll not hear me whine
Two thousand miles is it really that far….
Shut my eyes and imagine
Time to stop dreaming
It’s nearly time and the trail awaits….let’s Ride!