Literary Riders on the Plains of Life

We are writers riding,

The horses of our imagination,

On the fields of our creativity.

We are writers riding,

Through the mountains of mystery,

Crossing lands as far as the eyes can see.

We are writers riding,

Through the valleys and the plains,

In the scorching sun and the pouring rains.

We are writers riding,

The horses of our imagination,

On the fields of our creativity,

Setting our minds and hearts free.

We are writers riding,

These untamed and wildlands,

Hunting stories and ideas,

To craft them into story plans.

We writers ride these fields,

Hunting stories every single day,

To develop them with our clever wordplay.

We writers ride our horses,

To free our imagination and creativity,

Setting the wild stallions of stories free.

We writers ride our horses,

From dusk to the breaking of dawn.

We lasso the best stories we can find,

Then transform them with our mind.

We are writers on these literary plains,

Writing about our joys and our pains.

Writing about the world we want,

A world where the writer has a special place,

Where the imagination is free to chase.

We are all writers in these literary fields,

Attending to our crops of stories and our lands,

To nurture our readers and their plans,

To interest readers with our work,

To capture the best ideas where they lurk.

She is a rider who writes her story,

Filling it with her love and her glory.

She lassos the best stories she can find,

To transform them with her creative mind.

He is a rider on this literary field,

Riding from dusk till the breaking of dawn,

Hunting and capturing the best stories he can find,

To transform them into great works,

With the power of his imaginative mind.

We are all writers riding,

These limitless literary fields.

We discover the best crops of stories,

Where they grow and lie,

Which we collect and nurture,

To turn them into stories that fly.

We are all writers,

On these endless fields of imagination,

Creating and designing powerful stories,

About love, nature, life, and all its mysteries.

We are all writers riding,

The horses of our wild imagination.

We will ride from morning till night,

Under the clear blue skies,

Under the dark night with a million eyes.

We are all writers riding,

The horses of our wild creativity.

We will ride the open range of stories,

As far as the eyes can see.

We writers will keep riding,

Towards the moon and the sun,

Always moving forward as we write,

Through sunny day and starlit night.