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three bridled horses
gallop in the pounding surf
wild nature delight
Beautiful Robert
Well done, Robert
Beautiful Gil. I enjoy your stories.
Frolicking along the shore the water welcomes each,
Wild and untamed they run along the beach.
So beautiful a sight running wild and free,
Breathe, just breathe, the ocean is the place for me.
© Cynthia Clark
Windblown prairie of red beauts: dust-devils flare,
Outcrops metaphorphose as eroded stone -
Rearing headwaters embroiled in an avalanche:
Igneous rock creates light from an Earthquake -
A posse of phantoms saddled in the porphyr canyon:
Watchfires in the wilderness before the sky bled air,
Hands high to the light that shaped them
Out of darkness possessed them living in a storm,
Moulded from the clay of chasms - rising flames,
Lightning & thunder across the plain.
Thank you Samantha
To Run Free
Freedom to be the one that I am
To run free without a human
No reins to restrain me, as I run with my herd
Wild and free, the way God intended
Wild horses running down the shore
Water splash in the air
The thunder of our hoofs as we move along the sand
No man on my back, free to run at will
Feel the water of the surf as we run
The darkness of the sky not a matter to us
For to be free in the evening air
A horse without care
No constrain, just free to be me!
Guildford H Windley
March 18, 2018
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three bridled horses
gallop in the pounding surf
wild nature delight
Beautiful Robert
Well done, Robert
Beautiful Gil. I enjoy your stories.
Frolicking along the shore the water welcomes each,
Wild and untamed they run along the beach.
So beautiful a sight running wild and free,
Breathe, just breathe, the ocean is the place for me.
© Cynthia Clark
Windblown prairie of red beauts: dust-devils flare,
Outcrops metaphorphose as eroded stone -
Rearing headwaters embroiled in an avalanche:
Igneous rock creates light from an Earthquake -
A posse of phantoms saddled in the porphyr canyon:
Watchfires in the wilderness before the sky bled air,
Hands high to the light that shaped them
Out of darkness possessed them living in a storm,
Moulded from the clay of chasms - rising flames,
Lightning & thunder across the plain.
Thank you Samantha
To Run Free
Freedom to be the one that I am
To run free without a human
No reins to restrain me, as I run with my herd
Wild and free, the way God intended
Wild horses running down the shore
Water splash in the air
The thunder of our hoofs as we move along the sand
No man on my back, free to run at will
Feel the water of the surf as we run
The darkness of the sky not a matter to us
For to be free in the evening air
A horse without care
No constrain, just free to be me!
Guildford H Windley
March 18, 2018
*�rU"D8[?'X=��l