Steeds Of The Winds Poem by james watkin
Steeds Of The Winds
The screams, they are louder.
Children, wilder.
With a stall of them loosed;
Steeds of the Winds.
Who not just, in bonding
Are as fond in
Running alongside, as
Race, each with each.
And there am I; flash-maned
With one un-reined.
In tangle of blondness
That's inseparable!
Wednesday, May 13, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: childhood ,running
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