the moon is full tonight
of all that causes life
to get immersed in the cold
depths of space
across the wildflower field
glides a horse and his traveler
dark sky at their back
a quiet voice in the clamor
rough skin and learned face
cracked from the rugged pace
of life
and all that passed away
he stops to take a breath
Turkish towel for the foal
McClelland for an early death
and songs from the Highlands
wondering which way the stranger rides
carried on saddled palomino
somewhere there's a land that's right
and there the moon is full tonight
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