The Galloping Mare
The Galloping Mare
We enter the forest,
There’s a soft calmness in the air,
Nature’s breath through the trees
And the breath of my mare.
Sun melts through the trees
And it lights up her hair,
And the wind dances softly,
With the mane of my mare.
She snorts at the shadows
That dance in the air,
With a prancing half-buck
And her nostrils a-flare.
She’s longing for light,
And she knows I’m aware.
So I loosen the reins
And she accepts my dare.
Off all at once,
At a gallop we tear,
The wind cools our faces
And whips at our hair.
And the trees are a blur
And the ground’s barely there
And the day runs to night
But we don’t really care.
When we stop time has gone
But it’s cool and it’s fair
So we both have a drink
From a creek that flows there.
I don’t know the way home
But to know I don’t care,
All I want or I need
Is all I have there.
It’s nature and nothing
And the cool forest air
It’s time to loose time
And the love of a mare.
I could almost be lost
I can live without care
But sadly I see that
Her hoof prints are there.
O! For a horse that can gallop on air!