The prairie blows the grasses,
and whips my horse’s mane.
We travel, horse and rider,
through the sea of amber grain.
Hills roll by and clouds pass,
but steady are my horse’s hooves,
upon the wind-blown grass,
as they trot through the blue skies.
There is no trail that we follow,
no path that can be seen.
There we travel, horse and rider,
upon the endless blowing green.
A contest entry
- Pet Poetry by Cynthia Gaines.
1200 points, ended July 1, 2008, 25 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
Comments
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Thank you for entering the contest!!!
I really enjoyed reading about your wonderful pet! I'll bet it's really fun (and a handful) to own a horse!! Your creative poem is an ode of loving joy, straight from your heart. Thank you for sharing. I wish you all the best!!! Peace, Cyn 
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Like the rhyme use throughout, this really encapsulates the feeling of movement and synchronisity between horse and rider. Nice write, effective use of imagery. Good luck in the contest.
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