In the large fields of green,
Is where you're always seen.
You seem so happy and so free,
Because that is where you want to be.
Riding your horse, swiftly and mute,
Avoiding puddle, rock and root.
The forest trails are where you slow,
Because you have, no place to go.
You circle and think all day long,
Humming your sweet, beautiful song.
Then your horse stomps and neighs perfectly aloud,
With you realizing that you're on a cloud.
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Words of Time: A Collection of Poems Throughout The Years
PoetryA collection of poems from my early years, up to the present. Many are about love, but also family, friends, life in general, as well as the struggles many of us face as we discover ourselves. #Wattys2016 #Wattys2019 *Note: Stories with an asterisk...
