My Horse
All my life I have wanted to ride
So I gave my horse
its head
We galloped through
brambles
And flower filled
fields
We waded rushing
streams.
We only stopped to
gaze
And drink clear water
from deep still
pools.
My horse climbed to
high mountain meadows
We looked up at the
peaks above
We looked down at
where we had been.
Where my horse is
headed now
The greatest mystery.
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