She comes down from Yellow Mountain
On a dark, flat land she rides
On a pony she named Wildfire
With a whirlwind by her side
On a cold Nebraska night
Oh, they say she died one winter
When there came a killing frost
And the pony she named Wildfire
Busted down its stall
In a blizzard he was lost
She ran calling Wildfire [x3]
By the dark of the moon I planted
But there came an early snow
There's been a hoot-owl howling by my window now
For six nights in a row
She's coming for me, I know
And on Wildfire we're both gonna go
We'll be riding Wildfire [x3]
On Wildfire we're gonna ride
Gonna leave sodbustin' behind
Get these hard times right on out of our minds
Riding Wildfire
Love the processing, the tones and textures give this a feel of a pleasant and warm memory. I think of an elderly cowboy fondly remembering his favorite horse.
White horses are one of your favorite subjects, I know. This is a wonderful photograph, Judy, great processing, clarity and a perfect image for the song. Thanks!
I remember that song when I was young and listening to it on my little AM radio. What a memory. I like the subtle touch of overlay and those tones; simply fantastic processing.
Lovely shot of one of my favorite subjects. The choice of overlays really make it moody, almost surreal and the tones work so well with the white horse. Great processing.
Ohmygosh. This is so beautiful! I love that song and it adds even more emotion to this photo.
I haven't seen all the other pictorial verse participants, but I gotta figure you are Queen in the "Good" category. And Cgino is Queen of the "Makes me Smile" category!
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