penning of a cowboy

Riding swiftly on to flat, bleached plains,
rows and rows of lined ways to roam.
Deft strokes of wind wisely bloom;
accentuating.
Sharpened tools of the leaden foot,
leaving scorched imprints,
forever embedded in nature.
A mistake one hath made,
the scorched earth out of line.
The un-scorching of the white,
erasing of impurity.
Painstakingly undone, ready to ride.
Riding.
Writing.