Take A Ride With Chance

Take A Ride With Chance

The old and rusty gate awaits 
and greets my grip in Mornings' glow. 
The waking sun, she waves to me 
A sweeping red and orange "Hello!".
The sleeping weeds are drooling dew;
I should not shake them as I pass.
I stay upon the trodden trail, 
but still I wake some groggy grass. 
The barn's ahead in shadows' shroud, 
but seems to smile as I appear.
A weathered, windblown plank begins 
to bang as if to clap in cheer. 
I touch my worn and wooden friend -
the creaky castle of these lands; 
for many years he's stood with pride
since built with care by fathers' hands.
Upon the wall there hangs the pail - 
my pal of plastic, gray and plain. 
Into my palm it seems to leap, 
prepared to hold its daily grain. 
Within a bag it slowly sinks 
and sates itself in tiny seed. 
Then off we go to see my Chance, 
the beauty queen I've come to feed. 
She's standing there inside her stall:
her chestnut coat and midnight mane, 
and hazel eyes that start to shine 
as I unlatch the stable chain.
She nods her head in happiness
while giving me a giddy neigh,
then quickly eats her meal as though 
she knows my plans for us today. 
I grab my saddle off its shelf 
and hug it dearly like a child. 
The smell of leather fills my nose 
as I return to Chance beguiled. 
I'll don my girl in western dress,
I'll sit astride her high in stance,
and take my freedom by the reins
as I will take a ride with Chance.