And I must go down to the river again,
Where the Ninnescah weaves its way
Like a silver band through the lonely land
And I’ll hear what it has to say;
Then we’ll stand on the bridge (my horse and I)
Gaze into the waters below
And listen to the song that is ever so long
That grips me and never lets go.
And I must go down to the bottoms again
And find myself once more
In the rolling plains with its sweeping strains
That sing to my inmost core;
Then we’ll ride to the hill (my horse and I)
And listen to the gypsy wind
That plays its cry to notes in the sky
And clings to something within.
And I must go down to the creek again
With its secret glens and glades
Where the sunlight hints with dappled glints
Of light beyond the leafy shades;
Then we’ll ride through the prairies (my horse and I)
Through the whispering grass that sings
To the muffled beat of my horse’s feet
The song that within my heart rings.
-written by Lori Hershberger, October 2010
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