I am home...

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There is a way the wind blows across a plain,
A way the rain falls across a valley, and a way
the clouds rise over a mountain peak.
That when seen from horseback after months on the trail,
seem to come alive with hope. Hope of a new dawn, hope of a new day.

On such a day I find my heart alive, teeming with content for I
know the trails end is nigh. I have crossed rivers, climbed mountains and touched the stars. All the while I have herded my charge through endless dusty days from water to water. They sense the home run is upon us and seem eager to forge ahead.

Time has come for me to see my girl, for it has been several months since I left. Will she be waiting, will she be loving, and above all will she embrace my return. The dusty trail has taken its toll, from the deep groves on my exposed face to the sun bleached tint in my hair, the broken bones have yet to heal and the limp is a touch more obvious. But I am soon to be home.

My coffers are full and my possessions remain mine for a time. The trail will call within a few months but for now I will be content with lying under a willow with my girl and together tracing patterns in the sky. A blade of sweet grass between my lips will surely bring a smile to my face. Endless hours of ice cold dips’ in the mountains lake and evening strolls along its shore. That is precisely what home is for.

I see the ranch now, and I see my girl waving on the steps for she heard the rumble of a four thousand strong herd and I have a notion that she felt me in her heart pressing on through the night. I am home and she is fine and bless her soul for she has the table set ready to dine. I have been riding far too long and wanting her gaze upon me for far too many moons. I am home and I find I am where I should be. Thank you Lord for ensuring that the waiting was worth the trials and tribulations of the path I had chosen.

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