Wherever Poem by dave lessard

Wherever there are breezes blowing
wherever there are trails a-winding;
those are the places I'll be going
those are the spots that I'll be finding.

Among the petroglyphs and grasses
atop the wind-swept mesa's,high;
I give the views long sweeping passes
and touch my fingers to the sky.

I'll walk the ridges and the hills
soak in the perfume of the day;
escape the city's cheapened thrills
I'll keep the madness there at bay.

By the mountain's path at dawn
by the summit's peak at noon;
I'll be home as day wears on
before the rising of the moon.

Wherever solitude is talking
wherever eagles there are soaring;
I'll grab by boots and I'll start walking
to listen to the silence, roaring.