Bareback Phantom

April 11, 2011
By Sierra Gage BRONZE, Apple Valley, Minnesota
Sierra Gage BRONZE, Apple Valley, Minnesota
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Through the woods we run,
The wind brushing at my face,
The pounding of hooves and my heart,
Following the whispers of desire.

The wind brushing at my face,
My horse's voice cries out,
Following the whispers of desire,
We race to leave the world behind.

My horse's voice cries out,
The pounding of hooves and my heart,
We race to leave the world behind,
Through the woods we run.


The author's comments:
I love to go horseback riding-any time of day, rain or shine. My favorite gelding buddy inspired this piece on a stormy day.

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