21. Food
Crouched in grasses - sun is sinking
food will come for evening drinking
silent - still - panting - thinking,
resting in the heat of sun.
Crouched in grasses - sun is sinking
food will come for evening drinking
silent - still - panting - thinking,
resting in the heat of sun.
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Aloft the wind
I ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye
There is a very powerful message in this poem! Horses are a wonderful creature...very elegant, graceful, charming, and spirited! My family had three Appaloosas we use to board on Cooke's...
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