Go Back
If I don't know where I was,
how can I get back there?
There's a place I remember
as if I was holding a photo.
I see the rise of sage-covered hills,
a willow bank, chokecherry and wild rose
blowing sweetness into the morning breeze.
I know what you will say.
We don't learn who we are in a day.
Yet after all these years.
it is a particular day and place
stays with me, when I knew
I could hold the herd in an easy way.
When I consider the places I have been
and how far I have strayed
I would give anything to go back
and see if I know that younger me
riding happy and free
beneath a cloudless western sky.
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