Hole In the Old Range Fence

[couchgrouch]

Hole In the Old Range Fencewell, I cornered that wild stallionin some canyon near Sante Fethat horse's heart was proud and valiantand I feared he'd run off somedaybut I knew I'd calmed his spiritand we'd become trusted friendscos he coulda been long gonethe day I stumbled ona hole in the old range fencewell, I met that feisty redheadbullriding in San Antoneshe could've said quit ridingafraid I'd stray from homebut it just made me love her morewhen she trusted my good sensethough temptation came nearI always stayed clearof the hole in the old range fencefew things are weaker than the fleshfor some that's a good excuseto slip the gates of righteousnessand let their hearts run loosebut now we watch that stallionwhen he races the summer windand I know his heart is with uscos the choice was left to himand love is the seed of freedomthat may seem like common sensebut me...I learned it froma horse that could've runthrough a hole in the old range fence(c)2006 Robert George