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Young boy on dappled horse.
Shining hooves on tarmac road.
Rythmn of horse, control of boy,
deep happiness of freedom.
Headstrong horse fights to break away
from bit, rearing and shying.
Flash of lightning eyes, ribbons of mane.
Boy and horse as mountain stream,
running together, tumbling into gallop.
Music of laughter and galloping,
they flow on through fields and farms.
<Deleted User> (6603)
Thu 24th Sep 2009 22:59
Thanks for your kind comment,Cynthia.There are more of my poems under 'samples' on my profile.
Mary, I love this. What a vivid picture of sight, sound and movement. I'm sorry it took so long before commenting. I will look for more..
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Cate Greenlees
Sun 27th Sep 2009 16:16
Hi Mary, I so love this.... I used to have an Arab horse and she was a flier. One of my best memories ever was galloping along Ainsdale beach from Southport at the edge of the sea. Or doing cross country through the fields and over Ashurst Beacon... sheer magic!!Cate xx