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Echo Canyon
We ride to Echo Canyon,
He rides with me tonight,
No moon above to guide us,
The stars alone are bright.
The wind is in the sagebrush;
Somewhere a coyote calls;
The studded sky is briefly lit
As a flaming starlet falls.
We draw the rein together,
He trembles as I pass
To turn the horses free to graze
In the wild September grass.
And now I stretch beside him
Where he lies upon the ground,
And in all this lovely wilderness
We two alone are found.