The Experiance of Flying

It feels as if you were flying
You and the horse are one
Four solid beats
Then nothing
You are flying
Her mane is streaming
Her tail, a banner
Her head is held high
Slightly bobbing with the beat
Four solid beats
You are flying
Her nostrils flare
Ears pointed forward
Eyes focused
Four solid beats
You are flying
Her strong neck keeps her balanced
Her muscles ripple with every beat
Thud, thud, thud, thud,
Four solid beats
You are flying
You hold on for dear life
As the mare works her magic
No saddle, no bridle
Four solid beats
Then nothing…

You are flying

Author notes

i actually took this idea from a past topic i had made in my group called "Wild Horse Band" the topic is about Nukeeks past and those who are in the group would know what i am talking about when i say nukeeks past. a lot of the words in that poem are taken directly from the topic i made... all the words came from me.