Wild Horses
Wild horses run through the night.
Manes flowing, nostrils blowing, eyes glowing,
Run for their lives, flee the fright.
Stampede never slowing
Wild horse hooves pound like thunder.
Ground shakes, muscles ache, hedgerow break.
Run from the sound all asunder
Ghost riders chase daybreak
Some Paradise Where Horses Go Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michelle Faulkner
3/24/20
Copyright © Timothy Mcguire | Year Posted 2018
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