GrungeEquestrian
11-01-2008, 08:03 PM
I thought I would share a poem I wrote my freshman year of high school, which was a very hard time in my life and horses seemed to be the only thing going right. Tell me your thoughts negative and postive.
The Ride
She walks through the grass with her snow white limbs,
And there upon the dead of night,
Whistles a song so sweet, so polite.
And out of the mist comes a steed,
Its hide dark and cold,
Nostrils flaring its spirit takes hold,
It halts in front of her, daggers planted.
And returns to her a song of its own.
The maiden mounts the creature with ease,
And off they go,
She grabs the creature’s locks with her branch like hands,
As the two go through out the land.
The beast’s pillars carry it over the terrain,
Each of its features unique while others plain,
Its frame square and muscular it carries her though,
No doubt in its mind not even one or two.
The two become one,
Souls connect hearts form,
They become a blur, a dream, a vision
Something you dream without commission.
For there is nothing more unreal than The Ride.
The Ride
She walks through the grass with her snow white limbs,
And there upon the dead of night,
Whistles a song so sweet, so polite.
And out of the mist comes a steed,
Its hide dark and cold,
Nostrils flaring its spirit takes hold,
It halts in front of her, daggers planted.
And returns to her a song of its own.
The maiden mounts the creature with ease,
And off they go,
She grabs the creature’s locks with her branch like hands,
As the two go through out the land.
The beast’s pillars carry it over the terrain,
Each of its features unique while others plain,
Its frame square and muscular it carries her though,
No doubt in its mind not even one or two.
The two become one,
Souls connect hearts form,
They become a blur, a dream, a vision
Something you dream without commission.
For there is nothing more unreal than The Ride.