Ride On Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The clock ticks slow, then fast it flies,
A moment comes, a moment dies.
To know the moment, feel its pull,
Can make your life feel beautiful.

A 'no' can sting, a closing door,
It happens sometimes, nothing more.

But if the 'no' hangs in the air,
More than a year, beyond compare,
It's not the way it's meant to be,
Not well, not right, for you or me.

So pack your bag, and tie it tight,
Feed your horse with all its might.
The finest oats, a shining treat,
Then ride away, on dusty feet.

Towards the sunset, a fading gleam,
A brand new path, a hopeful dream.