Ivy Schex

The prairie blows the grasses
And whips the horse’s mane.
They travel, horse and rider,
Through the sea of amber grain
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Dear Grandma, I remember
When you were there for me
Dear Grandma, I remember
Your smile was a joy to see
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There is a dream
Of rushing wind
And riding o’er
The growing green
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To everything there is a season
A time for every purpose under Heaven

A time to be born
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I was riding my horse one day
When he suddenly stopped in the Way
Along came a car
My horse went far
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A love shared, a life shared
Words spoken heart to heart

A true love kiss
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Pounding hooves, flying manes
Thundering feet, over music strains
A rushing wind, a darkening sky
Horse rush, sending dust rising high
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The sunset
Vibrant, bright
Full of colors
Just before night
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Is this real, or is this fantasy?
The wind rushing forcefully
Through my long dark hair
The feel of the cool air
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I asked my Lord
Who are you?
He said in a loud voice
I Am that I Am
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Silent it mutters
Voiceless it utters
Lonely it cries
Wingless it flies
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I feel the wind
I hear the birds
I ride my horse
As I sing words
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Their manes are a wintry white
Frosted with the glittering snow
There backs are dappled light
And shimmer with a frozen glow
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A sun so bright
A sky so cloudless and clear
Moon and stars
All speak of a creator to fear
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Head up, neck outstretched
Reaching for the winking star
The horse glides over the snow
And the call is echoed over far
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A flower opens
Its petals spread
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Oh, the glory of the charge!
Man and horse to battle
Never an army too large
To stand in their way
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I am very still
But not the world around me

This land quivers,
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In the shadows of the evening
Against the cloud-streaked sky
The geese glide above the trees.
Between the darkening hills,
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He leaps and bounds
Like none other
Full of splendor and grace
No other will achieve
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