The Arabian
He came riding thru the south wind
An Arabian so white and so pure
Rich mystery and wildness in him seem combined
His ancient eyes held a magical lure
A bond of trust, so strong, so rare
I shared with this desert wanderer
He was an answer to my humble prayer
An able partner to this adventurer
He flew without wings on this hot land
Talking with spirits all around
His own master, under his own command
The mark on his head glistened like a crown
Prophets and seers on this ancient breed did ride
An honour to be chosen by this revered guide
For Sara Kendrick’s contest ‘Sonnet Me’
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