Footprints.... Poem by Darren jkoeryo

As my horse gallop past the bushes
I realise that something was hiding behind
By the time I made a decision,
I could only catch glimpses of it
as my horse crossed the river and ascended the mountain.
However, my heart is drawn to it,
so I forced my horse to turn around and go back.
The horse was reluctant to turn around,
but I pushed it hard anyway
because I was eager to relive the moment.
the horse must be thinking - how can my master
will catch those lost moment
Instead he should continue,
since no one had been able to go back in the past
and look and make corrections,
I stopped near a bush and began to look,
but all I could find were the footprints
that my horse had left behind.