Monday, July 28, 2008

Horses Run Wild and Free...

The Horses ran wild and Free
I watched their manes
flying through
the whispering Wind
like strands in slow motion
Beautifully woven
in Natures gentle echo
of Spirit...

Wild Horses run wild and Free
Wild Horses run wild for me
for I used to be
a part of you
in my youth.

Written by Rhiannon (Barbara R.) Dec. 2006
Copyrights owned by Barbara R.


J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I love the ending and can relate to it - thanks

goatman said...

We can still run free in our spirits can't we?
Maybe not . . . I used to be able to fly in my dreams but now seem to be earthbound.

Kylita said...

Hi Rhi ... I love this poem and relate to it also, though I've never been around horses much, but I sure ran wild and free for quite a long time. Now I sit and ponder as my mind wanders to nowhere in particular, just away........when I am truly blessed to be able to live in the house my father built (in 1948) as all the newer and more mansion-like homes are built all around us. It's real small with 2 acres of real wildlife and vegetation all over. Getting off on a tangent so I'll get to bed for now. Just wanted to let you know I appreciated your poem, and I have looked back a long way in your blog and have enjoyed a lot of it ... your photos of older homes, your warrior spirit, your compassion and kindness for others. Hang in there, SisSTAR, good times are a'comin! KLH

Burfica said...

that one really touched me. I wrote a couple poems about my horses a long time ago.

Muhd Imran said...

Reminiscing, as if time moved so slowly we could see every detail of our wonderful youth clearly.


Kerry- aka- Care Bear said...

I so understand this poem. I must be wild and free. I cannot stand the thought of a fence. Life is to short for captivity.

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J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I'm ready for another poem here! :)

Kuan Gung said...

flying through
the whispering Wind
like strands in slow motion
Beautifully woven
in Natures gentle echo

I really love this poem...the horse to me always signified the ultimate image of freedom...beautiful!