
Life gallops down the hill-
Death on it's hide-
Buking a saddle-
The wind sweeping life's mane into figurines of mystical creatures-
The terrains change-
Icy and unmanageable-
Muddy and sinking-
Rocky and uneven-
Flowery and low impact-
Grassy and steady-
A flickering View Master-
Life learned to run-
A gate opens-
It's quiet-
The sun and moon glide in unison-
The air is peace-
Life strolls across a pasture



Comments (4)
Nice
Wow, you are a really great writer, I'm really enjoying reading your work.
Beautiful Poem. I used to ride a lot, and I enjoyed this article, it made me feel like I was riding again.
Your evocative description of life's journey as a horse traveling over many terrains well conveys the spirit of life's grace and unpredictability.