My Dolly, MyHorse
The horse stands still beside the gate
She waits, her eyes serene, sedate
Her mane flows free, her step is light
She watches dusk turn into night
She lifts her head, the world is wide
She feels the wind, the changing tide
No need for words, she knows the way
And I will follow, come what may
The stars come out, the night is near
She stands so still, without a fear
Together, quiet in the dark
The bond we share, a beaupitiful spark
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Absolutely composed of the poem, no words to express, that much interesting. Great, this should be one of the best poems.
Do you actually have a horse?
Beautiful way to describe horse feelings