As Missey An I Rode Thru The Field Of Fresh Cut Hay. We Left A Trail Of Prints In The Morning Dew That Sparkled In The Mornings Sunlight. We Were Heading For"The Lake"An Our Early Morning Ranch Property Check ! We Rode At An Easy
Gate, Enjoying The Clean Crisp Air An Smell Of Fresh Cut Hay. The Warmth Of The Sun Causing A Mist To Rise. We Saw Our Herd Of Yearly Quarter Horses As They Grazed an Wandered Toward The Tree Line. They Stopped By Our Fence !
Later Missey An I Would Head For The Foot Hills an The Lake In The Forest. ! Once There We Would Rest An Enjoy The Solitude An Songs Of The Forests Creatures !