Coming Home

A short, sweet poem that describes how I feel when I'm riding a horse.

Coming Home

I pick up the reins and click my tongue

Soon we are off and heading in the direction of the sun

It is a clear, beautiful day with no cloud in sight

I close my eyes and let the harmonic movements of horse and rider take flight

Creating a smooth and perfect rhythm, a feeling that never grows old

I throw my head back and laugh

I am home

Author's Note

I always appreciate reviews, so feel free to leave me your thoughts.

Reviews

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My favorite thing about this poem is that each line is in and of itself. It does not flow into the next line or lead to something else. It explains itself and ends so that the next line may begin. I don't know if you did this intentionally or not, but I really enjoy it.
And I enjoy how the only line that does flow into and lead to the next is the very last one. Ending a poem with an adequate and memorable change is important and I think that you successfully accomplished that here.

[Love Well Spent]

What a review! Thank you so much. :)

[Nithin Purple]

goooooooooooooooood

[Love Well Spent]

Thanks!

[Nithin Purple]

still good

[Dan Kim]

I could really picture myself at some never ending stretch of flat land, laughing and smiling I(you) rode the horse. Really honest words, revoking imagery for a rather specific description of things.

I don't know if this was intentional, but I did stumble with the 2nd and 4th lines, as I tried to fit the syllabic jumps with the rhymes.

Thanks for sharing with me! Really enjoyed reading the whole thing.

[Love Well Spent]

Thank you for the review! :)