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The pine crusted mountains,

The clear running stream below

Winding through the valley,

Wending its way through the snow.



The loud clap of thunder,

The tall straight pines packed so tight-

Arrows in a quiver

Speeding into the night.



Bumping down the roadway

As the rain comes pelting down.

Hear the slap of wipers,'

The racing heart, and then frown.



Pulling to a fast stop,

Set the emergency brake.

Switch off the ignition-

There's no decision to make.



Check inside the trailer,

Halter still snapped to the tie,

Floor at a steep angle-

Release the trigger or die.



Backing out the spooked horse

After snapping on the lead,

Walking to relax him-

The storm's fury pays no heed.



A lightning bolt flashes.

The beast takes off down the hill.

Daring not drop the rope

I'm dragged 'til the horse stands still.



" You rotten son of a ....!"

Leading him back up the slope

The heavy rain soaks all

But we're still able to cope.



Trailer straightened at last

And its danger overcome,

Stallion back in his stall-

Time for those tires to hum.



Back on our way again

Ready once more to begin

Our newest adventure

'Misdt the turmoil and the din.



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