Nostrils Flaring Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Nostrils Flaring

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Nostrils flaring he shakes back his head
His mane so long and well groomed rippling along his neck
Those eyes, looking right through me
Talking to me in his own way
Like a statue made of bronze, his coat glistening in the sunlight
Withers rippling as he moved closer to me
Pawing at the ground as if counting
Standing there daring me to get on his back
Grasping his mane I jump astride, no saddle
Moving first at a walk allowing me to balance
Gaining speed into a majestic trot
Over the pasture, through the gate, into the open range
Breaking into a gallop, we speed away
Wind rushing by lifting my spirits
At break neck speed, he carries me without effort
This stallion was proving his worth
Slowing, the sweat dripping from my brow
That was one wild ride
He delivers me to my true loves heart

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