Flight of Feet Take To Wind

Flight of Feet Take To Wind

A Poem by Cherrie Palmer
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my trail ride

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   Black as night with  one foot white,

16 hands, plus a half, makes her tower over man.

Ripping muscles that dance as flight of feet take to wind.

  Mighty beast and friend so sweet, carries me to the egde of land.

 What a pace we set to ride as Lady Anne, sets grace to stride.

With sun at 10 and ridge at 2 I watch the sky as we trot to a stop.

Westward wind crops up my back making wild my hair as we canter back. Now sun is low and the ridge has swapped and the nightly sky is quietly colored mauve. 

A barred owl hoot’s and a cricket hums while a lone coyote breaks forth in song.

Sounds with in sounds bring rest to my mind, and the evening light rests on my shoulder squared.

 As Lady Anne and I take in the night air.

 

© 2012 Cherrie Palmer


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Yeah, I never see any poems about "country life" in this place. I am from South Dakota so I can relate to this piece since I see the elements of farming communities just about every day. I will admit I used to be a city boy, but I have learned alot from the "farm girl" I married. I don't know much about equine beasts but I know a great deal about dogs. So, I could really sense your love for this animal and the imagery is right up my alley. There is so much brilliance in simple folk, keeping it real and living for the Most High. I loved this poem and it reminded me of my many dogs that I have admired over the years. Excellent work and excellent piece!

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I like this Ms. Cherrie. It made me think of my flight of feet many years ago. I grew up on a farm until high school, and we lived of course on a gravel road. I was walking back home one evening in the early fall from a neighbors The sun had set but it was only a mile that I had walked many times, and I was 11 or 12 I think. Well I heard this howl of a wolf, and I knew they were around this place, my hair stood up, and I covered the remaining 3/4 mile mostly up a big hill in about 30 seconds flat. I never knew I could run that fast.

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Great work..!!!!

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Such a descriptive write, I really enjoyed this, it is very nice.

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Wow, what a wonderful job describing everything! I love riding hoarses and live in th country so I can really relate to this poem! Great Work and your hoarse sounds amazing!

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Yeah, I never see any poems about "country life" in this place. I am from South Dakota so I can relate to this piece since I see the elements of farming communities just about every day. I will admit I used to be a city boy, but I have learned alot from the "farm girl" I married. I don't know much about equine beasts but I know a great deal about dogs. So, I could really sense your love for this animal and the imagery is right up my alley. There is so much brilliance in simple folk, keeping it real and living for the Most High. I loved this poem and it reminded me of my many dogs that I have admired over the years. Excellent work and excellent piece!

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Cherrie Palmer
Cherrie Palmer

Oakland, AR



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I am a published poet and love poetry. I live near the White River, and love trout fishing. I find my surroundings a great inspiration to me. I also have two books on Amazon Kindle: Obsession Starts.. more..

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