Saddling up, riding away down dusty trails through the desert, staying off main roads for they're traveled way too often.
Preferring to ride alone into the sunset each and every night, thoughts building along the way, rejoicing in melodies as they're sung by others in the past.
Setting the pace, being justified in many lines of poetical music, keeping up with exhilarating tempos, leaving every-
thing to an imaginational reality of another dimension.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem