RISING WITH THE SUN

He is standing there on the hill,
As if rising with the sun,
Pure bred, yet wild as you like,
White maned, beautiful stallion.
His colour blending with the early morning mist,
Out of place on this world,
Though he surely does exist.
And as wispy tendrils creep round my feet,
I feel a glowing within me,
As our eyes meet,
In that moment just as I was turning to go……
One day I’ll ride him,
He wants me….I know.
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Posted: Mar 2011
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Neigh.....xxx...lol

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Tithonus
As pure as your heart and as clear as ocean water!
niah9
I recall a powerful advert that I always associate with stallions that act a little wild.....great write Andrew....Niahcool teddybear
Redex
Hi Andrew, hope all goes gooddoh well of course it does you are writing great dreams day ones toopeace
Ladybee42
neigh yourself laugh maybe you will and maybe you won't - but you did write the words Andrew and nice ones too! thumbs up

teddybear teddybear
Pinkpoetress
Andrew,
Nice poem, it made me smile. Hope your wish comes true. Take care.
andrew149
thankyou tithonus, for your kind words.....Andrewcool
andrew149
Thankyou Niah......Andrew...xxxcool
jeddah12
neigh huhlaugh who dosnt wanna ride on the beautiful stallion,,,i love to do so myselfgrin
fantastic write and im having a good imagery of that horsecheers
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