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Riding with Thunderan intake of breath, the sweat of pure need
With a rush of hot wind, the rustle of leaves
the sky cracks with thunder, a power she believes
Thundering hooves keeping danger at bay
on cold darkened trails, in the light of her day
the sky cracks with thunder, a power she believes
Thundering hooves keeping danger at bay
on cold darkened trails, in the light of her day
The sound and the fury speaks of so many things
the why and the where of how freedom rings.
the why and the where of how freedom rings.
The power of thunder rides with her each day
As she roams open land, a fighter, not prey.
© Brigid - Home on the Range 2010
6 comments:
Well said... WELL SAID! Thank you!
Very Nice!
Very nice, indeed!
Brigid,
That's a wonderful poem and I'm glad to hear that you're home safe.
Ms. Brigid, Just wanted to say thanks once again. Youm talk in pictures and emotions. Sometimes it takes one for a memorable tour if you let it. Thanks for the ride. Look forward to many more.
mwp
That poem is tattoo worthy B - seriously. I just may be talking to you about that.
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