Thursday, January 20, 2011

My poem to a painting

Horses wild as they run
Swift as they run
They run like the wind
They run like majestic white horses
Hard to catch
Their manes are like grass
Slowly flipping and whipping in wind
as the wild horses run to their hearts content
Their powerful legs and hooves
hit the hard ground
like thunder and lightning in a thunderstorm
Horses
           

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