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um sooooo i just found out that our band is booked to play at the town peace ralley which would make it our first gig! Rode today and i thought it deserves a short story/poam.
my hand move down the smooth braids of the reans . i breathed in the sweat smell of hay and freshly polished leather. closeing my eyes i feel each muscle bunch beneith me . and the labored breathing of my galent stead. power and beauty is all i see beneith me. it seems like the most wonderouse thing in the world that something can feel so free and tame at the same time. that is the best feeling in the world!
um well that was just something i wrote on the spot. soooooo board but every time i ride i’m re-energized i love it oh so much.
oh one more thing um i used to be obsesed with poetry so this is some from a while back
the giant paddock in the sky
In the giant paddock where no bird flies
where clouds drift away to nothing
from where us mortals stay
they sing and ring and be happy
this land is at peace in the clouds
but you do not fear the this place
that wonderful paddock in thes sky.

join-up with me
you run aroundme as
as wild as the wind and thundr with a crash.
i am drifting farther
from the world i know.
i stay in that world
as i turn around and wait for you to
rest your breath
upon my silky yellow hair
and suddently we are one…

morning mist
i see the morning ghosts lashiing
against my window.
as i step toward the warm glow of
foggy red against my icey breath.

a little red hair
i sit among the reads watching
a single red hair
through the morning mist.
mildew drips upon the grass
from that little red hair
swaying on the wire fence.

fly fly away
i hear the thunder
benieth me
as the sound over whelms my ears and i fly

throug the air as my
hair flys behind me.

and nothing matters exept the wind
and sound that keeps me from the ground as i fly.

when time stops
when time stops.

when time stops all i can
hear is my warm breath
against the air.

makeing clouds that drift away
into the soft sky.

where peace is in the air and i can stop for a while.

free to run
i can hear the only sound i can hear
a light shallow the sun shines above my head.
i am not thinking a thing as i hold
my breath every thought drifts away
on a silver cloud.
i am rocking rocking faster my hair
trailing behind me i rap my limber hands around.
the silk nar my head and when
this happens on my own
i will be free.

waves
i feal
as if
i could
fly as
i craddle
on a
back
a glossy
mane
hits me
as a
wave
upon
my face

blowing
spring wisper in my hair
things blowing in the wind
i do not have to wisper
when i am with you.

ok so i am thinking of entering a poetry contest so vote on your favorite
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