Open Poetry #20 |
He Rides Wild Horses |
CowgirlFreedom17 Member
since 2002-05-20
Posts 82Mississippi |
He had jet black hair and eyes like a hawk. He was wise in his age with sun golden skin. The feather he wore in the silk of his hair, showed of the struggles won from within. He rides wild horses; ones of pitch black and snow white. He rides wild horses from morning to night. Their manes raging like the worlds on fire. He rides wild horses and never tires. His Indian heritage makes him fly like the wind--he rides wild horses. It's a need from within. Don't hold back the words you really mean. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Yes, some were born to ride the winds. Well done, Melissa. |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Like this...James |
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Skyfire
since 2000-12-27
Posts 3381Riding |
I like it! I just... I like it I know Karate, Kung Fu, and 47 other dangerous words |
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Mistletoe Angel
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
BRAVO!!! Wow, I love this, sweet friend, yes, I too have some Cherokee blood in me so I have a fond love of horses and I share this wisdom also! (sigh) This is soooooo spiritually enthralling, sweet friend, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Melissa, thank you for sharing! May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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