Steed of Light
I watch you prancing, pawing earth;
your eyes glow almost like a flame,
you toss your sculptured head so freely
and flounce, unchecked your flowing mane.
Born brother to the rolling prairies,
your spirit kin to earth's four winds,
I gaze at you and vainly wonder:
do you know how truly we are friends?
Do you know that deep within me
dwells a soul loving liberty
and a heart that yearns and hungers
to run as you do, wild and free?
Have you noticed I am a dreamer,
that my eyes see visions, bright,
and my spirit flies within me
a prancing, pawing steed of light.
Faye Gibson
Copyright, May 18, 2014
Copyright © Faye Gibson | Year Posted 2014
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