The Black Horse
I rode the black horse
Into the sun
And his hoof beats were music
And it was fun
Duty, honor, and country
Rang in my ears
And I carried that banner
Throughout the years
So exciting to be
On life’s narrow ledge
To be totally alive
And on the very edge
But the art of war
In any rational mind
Is the insanity, the madness
Of all mankind
To friend and foe
It was sometimes the same
It was the ultimate high
Of the ultimate game
I have no hope
That war will cease
But for you I wish fervently
Only for peace
I sometimes now listen
To the mockingbird's song
And ponder the blurred edges
Of right and wrong
But I rode the black horse
Into the sun
And his hoof beats were music
And it was fun
By the late LTC. Archie Rider, former C.O. 2nd Squadron, 17th Cavalry Regiment. Courtesy of the Rider Family - Copyright protected