I'm so alive I can feel the blood pounding in my head
We move against the wind
Crushing stems and churning mud
Also known as the colon on legs
Doesn't want to go this way
Leaving the idle herd far behind
But I'm sticking on like a burr
No matter how she reels and plunges.
Dusk illuminates each halo'ed blade
The wire fence looms, a gate!
I'm on my *** in the grass.