Flight of the stallion
Flowing mane of ebony silk
caught by sun’s white gleam,
gracefully dancing on emerald grass
your power reflects esteem.
Nostrils flared, such wild instinct
yet beauty strikes the eye,
alert you listen with ears pricked,
on a whim you turn and fly.
Copyright ©2010KDP
Flowing mane of ebony silk
caught by sun’s white gleam,
gracefully dancing on emerald grass
your power reflects esteem.
Nostrils flared, such wild instinct
yet beauty strikes the eye,
alert you listen with ears pricked,
on a whim you turn and fly.
Copyright ©2010KDP
Last edited by Kerry on Thu Oct 14, 2010 5:12 pm; edited 1 time in total