Treasure Island

Horse Poet


I Dream of Horses


There is a dream
Of rushing wind
And riding o’er
The growing green

There is a hope
That rises in the heart
Of flowing manes
And pounding hooves

There is an idea
Of roaming the plain
Just you and your horse
Free and wild

There is a story
Of horses and glory…
But now I am awake
And the dream is gone

There is a dream
That I wake up from
That I long to return to
And fly again

Submitted: Friday, October 13, 2006
Edited: Saturday, October 16, 2010

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  • Michael Gale (10/24/2006 3:02:00 PM)

    Great poem. I gave it a ten. God bless all poets-MJG.

    With wind gently massaging thru her golden curls...
    While'st on horseback many mens heads were turned by this girl's french good looks.

    Up and down and up and down she did land on horseback ever so gently...
    This ride was gentle and smoother than a Rolls Royce or even a Bentley.

    She and her emotions got tumbled and stirred...
    She was as wild as a cat in heat that really goodly purred.


    Into that beautiful sunset did she ride....
    Happly upon her only transpot sport, high and mightily tight satride.

    Her horses style doth do beguile...
    Love at last since long been awhile.

    I liked your poem and gave it a ten. Thanks for the inspiration to write this one.
    God bless all poets-MJG. (Report) Reply

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