How poetic can you be? Write a short poem about what you see

Great job, Samantha

Love it, Jackie

An age lost ancient times before,

So big the giants, tales of folk lore.

Birds chasing windmills, winds savage breath,

Darkness of the sky talk of impending death.

The raven’s come. They gather to hear the wind speak,

Rise the storm outrun the mountain peaks.

A creaking song, the trees play sad and forlorn,

And in the distance a soulful cry is born.

The little one shivers. She came on the wind,

Riding like the waves looking for a friend.

Lost in a void a land far away,

Silent the wave lands and it stays.

At the feet of the horse she shivers in fright,

He smiles and says you must stay here the night.

You will be protected, loved and handled with care,

Standing there she could only silently stare.

A talking horse who would have thought,

Waking from the dream it was more than she would want.

© Cynthia Clark

Good one Kyle

The white stallion, is the protector

The girl and dog the protected

Family comes in all shapes and sizes

The horse, the girl and the dog realises

The windmill in the background, seems so far away

The Horse tells them to rest they won't get there in a day

But when they do they will be one, together and finally, no longer on the run

When they reach their destination they will be free, to live as one big, unique family

A bad storm came rolling in,

as the birds rolled out,

the dog and girl and horse fell back

tried to run to the broken shack,

the little girl is sad,

she doesn't understand how fast this storm,

rolled in and stopped their ride,

without nature there to warn

The old windmill no longer spins

The wheat long gone

nature reclaimed its place from our sins

the weeds and grass grow on

the animals took back their birthright

humankind long gone

after our last bloody fight

but nature goes on