the winds blowing
the skies turning grey
some where off in the distance
he thinks he hears a wolf howl
not to sure what he is hearing
just what he is feeling
with every pound of his horses hooves
he knows he is closer to getting home
and home is where his heart was
smiling as he begins to think of her
standing in the window
waiting for them to come up the drive
her with her auburn hair up in a bun
letting slide down her shoulders as he nears
running thru the door
just in time to meet him
he climbs off his horse
she wraps her arms around him
wet n mudding from his ride
looking up n seeing the light of the cabin
hollering to his horse
faster.... we are about home
but even before the words left his mouth
the horse knowing
took off in a dead run
for he to knew
getting home
meant a fresh red apple and a pat from his lovely gal