Colorado’s Prairie Song

Eleven years ago, I followed the western road,
Through Colorado’s endless span;
Where green prairie rolled beneath the sky,
And the wild wide country began.

The prairie wore a robe of green,
Where grazing herds would roam;
And there I saw the wild horses stand,
In the place they called their home.

They moved like a tale from an older time,
With a spirit proud and free;
Their manes were raised by the passing breeze,
As they wandered across the prairie.

They followed the call of the open range,
Where the endless grasses grew;
With strength in their stride and grace in their form,
They followed the path they knew.

I watched them feed on the prairie grass,
Beneath that summer sky;
And I carried that scene down the miles ahead,
As the years went rolling by.

For some days are more than passing days,
Some sights remain evergreen;
They settle deep in a traveler’s soul,
Like the fields I have seen.

And if I return to Colorado’s plains,
Where the western winds run free,
I’ll search for those horses of long ago,
And the place that still calls to me.

For Colorado keeps its prairie song,
Across those fields of green;
A melody born from a summer day,
And the wild horses I have seen.