Flight of Feet Take To WIndA Poem by Cherrie Palmertrailride
Previous Version This is a previous version of Flight of Feet Take To WInd. 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 land’s end. 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.
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5 Reviews Added on October 6, 2011 Last Updated on October 6, 2011 Tags: trailride Previous Versions AuthorCherrie PalmerOakland, ARAboutI 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..Writing
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