Ride The Range Poem by Harlan Lovestone

Born to live
born to die
born to dream
born to cry
take my heart
but not my breath
what would be left at all
sleepless nights
I welcome sun
born to rest
born to run and fight
born to ride this time
live to walk the line
born to ride
born to swim
born to flight
born to quit
born to try
if you had a flag
to wave in the air
who would care at all?
born to ride
born to ride again
born to clash till the end
born to ride the range
sundown may come anyday
fortunes sold
lives unfold
the story is told
before your old
born to ride the range
born to ride the range

the path one rides is short yet can be endless
the journey absorbs the spirit and supplements it
beyond the point of aimlessness and refuge stands a mesa
where fertile ground germinates seed
ride the range
ride the range

born to ride
ride high