My new prairie for now
At a campsite this cowboy sits with his steel horse in a new unfamiliar prairie
The imagery warms my heart with its beauty, like natures mirror as the sun shimmers off this majestic lake.
It's like being a part of an artists picturesque drawing.
Painting me watching over this landscape with soft brush strokes of rich blues, deep greens, smirched with timeless shades of Autumn gold.
The lake ebbs and flows as it caresses around the rivers embankment weaving through the reeds ever so gently like molasses.
It sways and curves so beautifully and effortlessly like a young woman's body dancing as the suns rays flickers upon its surface.
Snow capped mountains so strong and ever so present in the background as they surround this paradise like male bisons protecting the herd.
Liberty embraces me like a lost relative as it comforts me with its presence
Basking in this paradise given to us all by Mother Nature.
Time has no meaning here as it drips like a tap, time has mouldered this landscape of rich beauty but in a way it hasn't changed at all like a picture in a frame.
I am just a mere speck, a fleeting thought, a grain of sand, yet my purpose here is unknown, why have I been led here?
The sun peaks out at me through the clouds like a nosy neighbour as it highlights my senses and warms the cockles of ones heart.
I'm the only human around in this idilic surroundings like our ancestors before.
I sit and wait for an absolution that may never arrive.
Maybe life is a tapestry of events that culminate in a exquisite sublime plan as someone once said.
I do not want for anything as a sit paralysed with wonder, only saddened with the rolling thoughts of others who I would have loved to be sitting next to.
I am alone yet surprising comforted by the emptiness of this scenic domain.
Peace here is handed out like charity, and I almost feel guilty for taking it.
Hypnotised with beauty as the wind gentley moves in making the trees slowly dance like a couple on their wedding night and the lake shimmies as the wind caresses it like a lover.
Heaven on earth it has to be pretty close.
Then again I'm just a silly cowboy with a worn old hat with no horse, no six shooters and no clue.
Then again some could say I'm " Dirt rich and dollar poor "
Still this ain't home, it's just another prairie among prairies, I know they same home is what you make it, and I agree but home too is where you grew up, where you loved and lost and lost some more, where you had your first beer, where you kissed for the first time.
Home is when you cross the border and everyone knows your name.
It's where you've spent your best days and the worst days of your life.
Where you've seen life and death and after that, home didn't seem a place to spend time
Where the moments are tattoos on your heart.
Scars on your body but through it all home is home.
This is home for the next few months, or where I will hang my hat
I guess earning a crust has taken me further down south.
Here to cash up my saddle bags with dollar bills working in temperatures of -17
Well that's if the white gold on these slopes shows.
I guess too many whiskeys and not enough shut eye can make an ole cowpoke crazy, theres an old proverb -
six hours sleep for a man
seven for a woman
eight for a fool
Just a rant I guess a thought from a lone voice in a prairie
With the brim of my hat and a nod.
I bid you good day.