Monday, 2 January 2012

Horse and moorland

On two powerful rear legs
He reared tall, back arched
And forelegs reaching for sky

Eyes popping forward
From straining sockets

Mane braced 'against violent wind

In a flash he was away
Hoofs barely touching
Wet undulating moor

Moving easy, stride to stride
He forgot the wind for
He was one with the wind.

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