My Horse and I Passing By

My Horse and I Passing By Rode my horse for miles along countryside Out in open space which is always wide Down a pounded path and beside a stream Other places that about often did dream. Horse and I had ridden by a church For God in their hearts tried to search We still continued on and rode and rode Heard birds singing and sound of a toad At home, we both finally arrived at last; What had gone by was now in the past; God's earth were allowed to be living Our love and respect to Him are giving. James Serious Mysterious Horn Retired Veteran and Poet RiverSea Plantation Bolivia, NC 28422 PS. I am a lover of Robert Frost poetry. Am sure you can tell after you have read this poem.