The wind whips my face
His mane streaming
We run together through the fields of corn
We are one body
Muscles churning
Pumping faster
Neither mind more dominant than the other
Until it ends
We slow to a walk
He stops
at a cue from my leg
the feeling is gone
we're no longer connected
he's docile
quiet
obedient
I sigh and we turn
Head back to the barn
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A natural scene with the added boost of imagery with your loved animal...nice work....giddy up