Kaila George

(20 October 1962 / New Zealand)

They Called Him Wildfire....(a poem version)


The Stallion stood at the head of the river

Its majestic body etched in the morning rays of sunlight

His dark mane swaying in the morning breeze

He stood there...Majestic in his being


His ears flicked in the wind as if he heard a call

A voice long lost....

He reared on his hind leg...as if trying to re-call

The soft sweet call of his name....as it echoed in his ear


His pure pres-ten black coat simmering in the light of day

As he landed on his hoofs...grunting to the new day

Then as if in a mirage...he galloped off into the distance

And disappeared from view

Submitted: Friday, February 21, 2014

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