Ride Like The Wind

written from the persective of an old horse

lamenting under solemn skies
on days when this restless spirit
ran free and wild across the plains

many miles of this crusted earth
I did roam without remorse
and my soul sang proudly of youth

tasting the air of fading life
I cast my wishes into skybound keeping
that these open fields never change

from shadowed silence on cirrus pastures
I will survey the youth yet to bear
as they discover value of freedom

now as I rest on bended knee
upon this well trodden grassland carpet
I thank thee for a life devoid of burden

promising to keep safe in my memories
all the joy a heart can hold

yet before my spirit surrenders to the will of angels
in my dreams I will ride just one last time
like wildfire with the summer winds.

Author's Note

inspired by the image that accompanies this poem, hope you enjoy. All feedback welcome.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I like this poem. We need to be free and be able to run with the wind. Life is very short. If we wait too long. We will be too old to test and celebrate being alive. A strong and positive poem. A outstanding poem. Thank you.
Coyote