Endurance Granny posted this on her blog. And I loved it, so I'm re-sharing it.
I ride and I become grounded and essential as the bedrock below.
The sun warms my face and the sweet air fills my soul.
I ride and tears waste into tranquility and I am in the moment.
The horse below and the trail ahead become my reality.
I ride and it is the trail that drives me onward.
The smell of sweat and leather is a physical need to fill.
I ride and the time spent with this beautiful creature is all I need.
The view between her ears is a gift of the season and elements.
I ride because of dreams unlived and dreams to come.
He is the magic that will propel me. ~ E.G.
Friday, January 7, 2011
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That's a fun poem.ReplyDelete