I rode along the old rim rock
And there among the pines
I drew the old mare to a stop
And set there for a time.
I gazed acrossed the valley range
Where the grass grew lush and green
And wished old times had never changed
I love the simple things.
Like the eagles soaring over head
Against a clear blue sky
While a momma licks her new born's head
As he stands for the very first time.
While I listen to the gentle breeze
Whisper thru the pines
With a good horse there between my knees
I thanked the Lord on high.
I rode down to the valley floor
Up to a crystal creek
While I stood on the grassy shore
And watched the old mare drink.
I watched the eagles glide above
Magestic there on high
The old mare gave a gentle shove
And looked me in the eye.
As I stepped back in my saddle
I heard the eagle scream
While I looked back toward the cattle
I heard the rippling stream.
Then from somewhere up above
I heard the angels sing
And again I thanked the Lord above
For all the simple things.
Larry E. Hannon
We are but one thread within it,
Whatever we do to the web,
We do to ourselves,
All things are bound together,
All things connect.
Chief Seattle
