HER EYES, BIG AND BRIGHT


 She stands there in the morning light,



 The sun shines bright, down from the sky.



 She waits for me,  there in the wind blown grass,



 I watch her as silence surrounds our world.



 Trust is no easy task as this beauty has been hurt 
 Before,


 Her eyes, big and bright, I saddle her and ride in 
 The night.

                         Keith Garrett