John W. Cox, M.A. C/M

Cascade Mountains 2009

“On Horseback We experience the World,

We experience Nature raw, upon tiny paths,

On loose reins, We ride across rivers, ford streams,

Unbound by any path, any fence, any rules,

Mother Nature Hear Our Call,

The Wild Horse Listens, and Waits.

Under the hoof of the Horse,

The deception, the lies, the bias,

Exploited, the abuse, the pain,

As rats and snakes slip through the grass,

Mother Nature Hear Our Call,

The Wild Horse Listens, and Waits.

Beside us, in the bush, in the trees,

The Mountain Lion heard, following,

The bear looks on from one side,

The Wolf from the other, in peace together,

Mother Nature Hear Our Call,

The Wild Horse Listens, and Waits.

The wind howls past our face,

The bearing on the compass no longer clear,

And yet, never lost, the Horses eyes see further,

The Horses acute senses, knows what we never will,

Mother Nature Hears Our Call,

The Wild Horse Listen, and Waits.

Only then will you know, the Rider

In the company of something far greater,

A creation attached to the Earth, to the Land,

The Horse is truth, but can we handle that truth, as

Mother Nature knows, She hears Our call, and tells us,

Now We must listen, the Wild Horse awaits.”

– John Cox, M.A. C/M