Yonder lays a crawling valley,
Where mustangs once did graze,
Amongst the sage and prairie grass,
But, that was in my younger days;
Now coyotes howl and eagles shrill,
At the setting sun on yonder hills,
We mourn the horses of crawling valley.
April 13, 2021 by Nadine Gordon
Yonder lays a crawling valley,
Where mustangs once did graze,
Amongst the sage and prairie grass,
But, that was in my younger days;
Now coyotes howl and eagles shrill,
At the setting sun on yonder hills,
We mourn the horses of crawling valley.
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Very poignant Nadine ❤
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Thanks…
It’s just a little history of the land where I live.
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It’s lovely.
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Love this! I lived in Alberta many years ago. Lots of fond memories of my time there.
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