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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Miles From Minot
By Bob Moreland
Amber prairie grass bows before
west zephyrs, undulating sea.
Horizon endless, range adore,
just my dappled grey mare and me.
Some would fear this rare solitude,
breathing matching kiss of the wind&
High in the saddle, stretch, gaze shrewd;
God's paintbrush, beginning to end.
Burning daylight with miles to go,
small ranch house warm awaits beyond.
Sun caressed black hills, touched with snow,
whisper to my horse, she responds.
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