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
Keep dreaming Ivy, A large part of our lives are spent in dreams, lets make the most of them.Love Duncan
Such a 'galloping' spirited work. A nice write, Ivy. LSP
This is quite good. Very visual and detailed. I like it. Shannon xoxo
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Those peoms were beautiful and very thoughtful xxx