Horse And Rider

The prairie blows the grasses
And whips the horse’s mane.
They travel, horse and rider,
Through the sea of amber grain

Hills roll by, and clouds pass
But steady are the horse’s hooves
Upon the wind blown grass
As they travel, horse and rider

There is no trail that they follow
No path that can be seen
There they travel, horse and rider
Upon the endless blowing green

by Ivy Schex

Comments (2)

Nadine's (see box below) , is right, of course.. unfortunately not all can speak German with a high degree of skill.. I don't, for sure..
I´m from Germany and know the original german poem. It´s the first time i´ve read Goethe in english. If anyone of you does also speak german he/she should read that version. the english one´s not bad, but nothing compared with the one Goethe wrote... (sorry, if I made some language-mistakes)