riding together,
you and your horse.
as you run against the wind all you call hear is-
the wind wipping your ears,
the horse's hooves thundering beneath you,
the chains of your bit as the horse pulls against the reins,
and the faint sound of the horse behind you.
your horse stops,
the horse behind you catches up.
the race is over,
freedom will have to wait until next time.
Beautiful poem. It clearly expresses your love for horses. I love them too. Nice job
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! The imagery is so spot on. I enjoy a race here and there myself :) & your writing paints the picture so well! That feeling of freedom when it's just you and your horse, your writing got my head in that zone, and I'm on my laptop.. not my horse: P. It does end, eventually. But these moments are the best because, well you said it yourself... freedom. There's nothing like it. Great job!