The Call Poem by Ivy Schex
The Call
Head up, neck outstretched
Reaching for the winking star
The horse glides over the snow
And the call is echoed over far
The call of running in the moonlight
Of whispering through the trees
The cry of all the shifting shadows
And galloping with the breeze
This poem did more than own up to its title, it took it beyond The Call. Wonderful poem. Full of spirit and freedom. Thank you.
Extremely well written! such a fantasy world in this poem! ~~Elya Thorn~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Wonderfuly written. I enjoyed you writing. Full of life. Regards, Patricia