ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
Each morning at sunrise, he mounts his grand steed,
Surveying the landscape, at temperate speed,
He stops for a moment and breathes it all in,
This land that he rides on, belongs to just him.
The majestic mountains, the soft morning mist,
The sight of an eagle, just slightly sun kissed,
The air is refreshing, the trails cut and worn,
There’s nothing quite like it, when new days are born.