Hooves trample
sod and soil.
Each muscle ripples
with forward motion.
The sun smiles,
bears down,
at your back.
It glimmers
on hazelnut skin.
The wind
tangles your mane--
and suddenly
all thought
is lost.
There is just
that constant stretch;
the constant
systematic motion
of a gallop.
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Very descriptive - I like how you are pulling out details.
ReplyDeleteGood one JB. Good descriptions. Even when I'm losing money, it's still awesome to watch a horse run.
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