I fell like a horse that
Has just been let in the stall for the night
As day turns to dusk
My limbs are week
Eye lids are getting heavy
As I wipe the sweat from my eyes
My horse comes running up to me signaling
He wants me to come ride
I only have ten bails left
Why not take a break
I jumped onto his back
Instantly feeling the massive creatures
Huge muscles
Underneath my body
I grab his mane
Off we go
Floating in the wind
Like a butterfly on a
Beautiful July morning
Racing up and down
Hills
Through meadows
And streams
Just letting him take me away
He slows down
I grab around his neck
For I know what he’s going to do
Sure enough he stops
Gets on both knee’s
Lets me down to the ground
As I lay there barley awake
He lay next to me
As if he was to guard me while I sleep
He’s only a horse
I’m only a person
His name is Bandit
Mine is Becca
But he is my guardian angel
And I’m just the keeper
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