So give me a stretch of plain
As far as the eye can see.
Then behind a flowing mane,
Well mounted you will find me.
I will race the clouds on high
With the wind running by my side.
Upon a mighty steed , I'll fly.
Will be more than a dream, I ride.
Yonder distance the clouds disappear.
The hoofbeats too will grow faint.
The challenge has erased all fear,
To the horizon there is no restraint.
I will return, show no remorse.
Each passing cloud will bring another
I've thoroughly enjoyed this far flung course
And that fine horse I rode, has a brother.
Larry B. Reinhold February 27, 2015
A Great Poem by Badger Clark
There is some that like the city—
Grass that's curried smooth and green,
Theaytres and stranglin' collars,
Wagons run by gasoline—
But for me it's hawse and saddle
Every day without a change,
And a desert sun a-blazin'
On a hundred miles of range.
Just a-ridin', a-ridin'—
Desert ripplin' in the sun,
Mountains blue among the skyline—
I don't envy anyone
When I'm ridin'.
Badger Clark...South Dakota Poet Laureate
Photo by Robin Lee Reinhold