Freedom Song

whispering hands

Release and kick, and away we go!
No better place of which I know,
Than to run on a road that never ends;
That transient joy it always sends!
To fly along the firm, hard ground,
And hear the song of the hooves' pound.. Pound..
The smell of the pines that stand on gaurd,
Mingles,
With the smell of a horse whose feet fall hard.
All day we run where no one goes,
Reminding,
Is the smell of horse clung to my clothes.
So gallop free and gallop wild,
And sing the songs of the free my child.

( written, and memorized in 1988.)

Annafalk

Thank you for sharing your poem I liked it, made me think of my dear horse I had once. It's cool to see you again