The Road Often Taken Poem by Kendra Tyler

Given the choice, I'll always take the trail
Towards the lofty ridges
Where the winds brush the pines long needles
And timber rattler's hide
Where it's colder, steeper, riskier and the path
That's place I chose to ride

Along canyon rim where the coyote trots
And he hunts for his harried dinner
Where I am riding at eye-ball level with a
Hawk on a thermal glide
If there's cow escapin' the flies and heat

Or a bull loungin' like an unrepentant sinner
If you need a cowgirl to head up there
Then, you've tricked into believein' you see it all
And there's something about just sharing the air

Up there where the ELK herd graze
Guess you could say, I'm a high ridge runner
Down deep in my simple little heart.