BarebackA Poem by PeteThe morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. - Thoreauwrapped in an opulent afghan of abundance we stole happiness riding bareback on trusty steeds grasping the reigns of a gilded age lost in a timeless vortex of yesteryear oblivious to march gales that desired to misguide us take me back let me live them again i pray when once more selfless, glowing love will wade, ride and play shining with the lustre of a warm sunset breathing new life into a recollected day © 2021 PeteAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on February 26, 2021 Last Updated on February 28, 2021 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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