Freedom Ride

To ride the wind

To feel the air, to find

The freedom of an open moor

A beach, a place to let the spirit soar

This my friend is Heaven indeed

The loam in which to plant the seed

Of wild desires for miles unbroken

Of talk with words not spoken

Of hooves beating on ground

Of bodies lithe and sound

Of gallops, wind in face

Of freedom's wild, wild pace

Of rain and hail lashing

Of thunder, lightning flashing

Of sunshine on beach bright

Of water's splashed delight

Ah Bliss might I call your name

For what you are is but the same

Envy I not those behind desk

Desire I not their daily task

For here on freedom's back I ride

From here man's desires I deride

I am us, two in one count

I am me, at one with mount

I am the waves, I am the wind

I am the air, the freedom found

I desire naught, I need naught

I have all I ever have ever sought

I Ride