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Jun 2020
Rolling green hills
Embrace me in a
Verdant and serene sigh,
With high notes
And low notes
Against the divine
Refrain of an
Unclouded sky,
And for a moment
I belong to somewhere
Far beyond,
Farther from where
Most would go...

And there,
So many of them--
All the pretty horses
Dance across the horizon.
Silhouettes running free,
Strong and intensified,
Limbs glossy and supple,
Tails ghosting through
The fields of
Untouched promise.

All the pretty horses
Remind me of a
Simple time,
Remind me of a
Beloved lullaby,
A sweet and melodic air
That wafts by slowly of
Blacks and bays,
Dapples and grays,
Chestnuts and sorrels,
Buckskins and duns,
All beautiful
Balanced,
And bodied,
A symphony of
painted colors
Dotting the expanse
A Hush-a-bye
Echo of their passage.

You can't tame
All the pretty horses.
Never, never.
Their spirit forever
Roams the prairie heart
Of wild places.
I sit back and reflect
As I watch them
Wander off
Into the distance as
Fading shadows
Of romance, nature,
And spirituality.

I watch and I pray
For some solace,
For some comfort.
With a delicious
Frisson of pleasure,
Tingling chills,
Electrically charged,
Flying and seeing
Hidden hues,
I am one with
All the pretty horses,
My kindred love,
Basking in the dusty
Wake of their glory.
Written by
Amanda Good
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