Southwest Spanish Mustang Association, SSMA

There's a place I go in the fall every year.
They call it The Kiamichi Mountains.
I call it Paradise.

It's a place of peaceful serenity.
A place where beautiful fallen, damp leaves
Of brown, yellow, purple and red
Carpet the ground and make it soft to walk upon.

It's a place where the trees are so tall
They make me feel
Inconsequential and small.

Paradise
by Peggy Brietzke

This place I call Paradise,
Is a place where I can be me.
It's a place where I am comfortable as I am.
There are no false pretenses.
No one to impress.
A place that God has truly, undoubtedly blessed.

It's a place where the sun, moon, and stars
Are my only sense of time.
It's a place where the magical waters of Medicine Springs
Heal my thoughts, my body and my soul.

My paradise is a place where campfires flicker
Through the trees at night.
A place where children can be small
They can run and play
With no fear of anything at all.

This is a place where we gather
With our four-legged friends
Be they our dogs, our horses, or our mules.
Some walk, some trot, some run, some drive.
It makes no difference
Because we all identify and we each one thrive.

There is a place I go in the fall every year.
They call it The Kiamichi Mountains.
I call it Paradise.

My eyes have seen
What my mind can not comprehend.
How man's lust for wealth
Or perhaps his envy of power,
Can so simply and with total disregard
Tear down one of God's Paradises
With a mere nod of his head
Or a shake of his hand.

There is a place that I'll continue to go
In the Fall every year.
They call it The Kiamichi Mountains.
I'll continue to call it Paradise.
Because what man has torn down,
Is only the land.
My heart, my mind, and my soul
Will still be there.

So tear down the
trees,
Plow up the land.
Don't worry Gilbert,
I'll still be around.