I Dream Of Horses

There is a dream
Of rushing wind
And riding o’er
The growing green

There is a hope
That rises in the heart
Of flowing manes
And pounding hooves

There is an idea
Of roaming the plain
Just you and your horse
Free and wild

There is a story
Of horses and glory…
But now I am awake
And the dream is gone

There is a dream
That I wake up from
That I long to return to
And fly again

by Ivy Schex

Comments (1)

Your writing has wings for fly!