From proud stallions to foals, the white horses ride the rolls,
Heavy hooves crash, break and thunder over rocks and stones
and grind this land to sand and dust.
Wind-whipped snow-white manes trail as their speed leads them on,
Over the blue-grey foam-flecked fields, to smoother calmer pastures.
But not to be so.
As the strength of their lives surprises, they are but short lived,
and as quickly as they come; they go.
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 3:00 PM UTC
From proud stallions to foals, the white horses ride the rolls,
Heavy hooves crash, break and thunder over rocks and stones
and grind this land to sand and dust.
Wind-whipped snow-white manes trail as their speed leads them on,
Over the blue-grey foam-flecked fields, to smoother calmer pastures.
But not to be so.
As the strength of their lives surprises, they are but short lived,
and as quickly as they come; they go.
