A HORSE CALLED STORM
Jet black, tall and strong, he stands in the morning light,
Out in the grassland roams this free spirit.
Never ridden, not a man calls him theirs,
Answers to not a soul this horse left alone.
His name is storm, dark as the night,
Moves like lightning, He sounds like thunder.
Fierce and at times mean is this beast,
Untamed by man, natural and free.
He is friends with each day, land where he runs,
A horse called storm standing in the sun.
Keith Garrett
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Love this poem.
Amazing……….!
I have posted this on my FB.com/sarinarostek. A beautiful image. Thanks for sharing.
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> Date: Sat, 28 May 2016 00:40:22 +0000 > To: sarinar2010@hotmail.com >
I love this 🙂 Horses are such majestic animals 🙂
Thank you so much.
On Sat, May 28, 2016 at 6:33 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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