Oakwood Dreaming Poem by Stuart Logan

Oakwood Dreaming



I sit upon my mount,
A horse,
Blacker than the midnight itself.
Eyes a magnificent brown,
A duo of topaz,
Staring determinedly at the goal.

I run.
We run.
Through the fields.
Through the trees.
Past the beaches.
We run.
Forever.

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