Racing through my Life

SPRING DAY

The Brillant blue tapestry,
Hung with purest, shining white clouds,
Highlighting my happyness,
Exclaiming at the wonder.

Heather grey horse,
Smiling with dark eyes and ears,
Galloping and untamed,
She loves me, I am hers.

Emerald green grass,
The flavor of spring.
Pulled by the roots,
By Brisa's big teeth.

I love Spring.
I love today.

KEMOSABI

The mellow light and greening grass,
It wooed me to carelessness.
Her steady steps, and quick response,
Made me think I was mistress.

The world spread out wide,
Her body moved iwth lazy joy.
My heart danced with the clouds,
And failed to see her ploy.

My wanderlust sated,
I turned her about,
And her ears came up to focas.
In a flash I knew it then;
She did not have to obey.

Her hooves struck swifter ever,
And I choose not to dismount.
As her stride grew long,
My hands grew tighter,
Yet still the tatoo beat faster.

And then it was over;
We had both won.
Her walk was long,
But my seat was saved.
Then we both retired.

BRISA

Sparkling electricty races down her mane,
Her large dark eyes examine my soul,
Her pale muzzle dips to my hip,
The smell of her envelopes me.

The wind races past us with impunity,
Tugging at my chocolate-honey hair.
Lighting the bright joy in my grey eyes.
Drawing me to taste the air.

Her muscles ripple between my knees,
Her thick mane rustles in my hands.
The spirit that is Brisa nips at my feet.
We are one....

A woman and her best freind.

Amy

STAR, MY HORSE

Star is like
a porcelain plate.
He will serve.
He will be useful.
But Star could
shatter,
With only small
mishap.
When you piece
him together with glue,
he may love you.
He may be stronger,
He may be weaker.
You never know,
Until the mishap
reoccurs.

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