I’m just a man knocking on seventy, shoeing in a snowy scene, making the most of mountain majesty, walking in a cottonwood wonder, by a rapid river, in a wildflower field, pondering a prairie’s power, seeing sites that speak to my spirit, it has me thinking about where I’ve been, where I’m going with whatever time I got left, I’m just an old man seeking seventy, seems like I can take all the years in the palm of my hand and just blow them away, some a hard one, some of them fun, all of them done