Wild Horses, a poem by Sharon Wilson at Spillwords.com
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Wild Horses

Wild Horses

written by: Sharon Wilson

 

Oh, what it is to stumble upon
the nimble horses
grazing on the
sun-drenched plains, yellow and gold,
such a sight to behold!

Oh, what it is to see the sway of a bushy tail,
the graceful canter, a majestic tread,
to look into those companionable eyes
eyes that see far, far into the distance
eyes that can tell tales of ancient worlds
and distant pasts.

At a flicker,
the herd moves as one,
running wild and free.
Alas, the earth stirs in welcome
as the clomp, clomp thud of an almighty gallop
rumbles past and echoes throughout the ages.
And all becomes dust.

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