HORSE CALLED STORM
Jet black, tall and strong, he stands in the
Out in the grassland roams this free spirit.
Never ridden, not a man calls him theirs,
Answers to not a soul does this horse left alone.
His name is storm, dark as the night,
Moves like lightning, 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.
A free spirited animal !
Thanks for reading.
On Sun, Feb 21, 2021 at 8:52 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
Must be a great thing, to be this horse that’s, always, free, never answering to anyone or, anything else, but, oneself…
I think of it as me.
On Sun, Feb 21, 2021 at 8:51 PM keithgarrettpoetry wrote: