The Golden Desert Ride, by FarmGirl Subscribe to rss feed for FarmGirl

As we lope into the desert
Your golden mane whips back at my face.
Your legs move smooth as ice
As you carry me into a sense of freedom.
It's like I'm riding the wind,
Like I'm in a beautiful dream.
When I'm on your back
I get that sensation, that wonderful felling
That I'm being carried away from all my troubles.
It feels as though if you were'nt here,
I could'nt survive.
You will always be my best friend,
For you are a part of me.
You will always be, 
My Horse
Posted: 2008-11-27 10:45:30 UTC

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2007-01-28 00:19:19 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~
I like it.Good imagery & poem. glo