Wild Thing

Once a wild young bronco

Till one day spirit calmed

Then a stable stallion

Some foals there I did spawn

Then one day the years made me wiser

The to the ways of a stable mate

And to know a saddled state

Bucking any rider

Thrown again and again

Clinging to a dream

One day upon the rising sun

I saw the trickling stream

And drank deep from the well

And tasted the sweetest cream

That floats upon the crest

There is no deep deep meaning

Except what I deem best

To keep my minds eye set firmly

There upon this quest

There’s a mountain top a waiting

A crest and shining test

To saddle up once more

And ride on to the west