As I ride upon this silver bird
I watch the landscape rush below
as my mind races to new beginnings.
Behind me lies a house no longer a home
nestled in a gentle meadow
surrounded by rolling hills.
Ahead lies a new place to hang the hat
cradled in majestic purple mountains
hidden by Winter’s blanket of white.
One door has closed a new one has opened
Behind old doors meaningless material goods
Going through new doors carried in my heart
the memories of wonderful days past
the dreams and desires of a bright future.
