Hi all,
This poem is written for O.S.I. The theme this week is free(dom). I've also woven in my sixth day of Christmas: Six Geese A Laying : )
Horses dream of flying
Her father fancied
His voice echoed in the shadows
Down the valley and shallow creek
Jules astounded, stretched against his knees
Her father fancied
His voice echoed in the shadows
Down the valley and shallow creek
Jules astounded, stretched against his knees
Her eyes beseeching him to speak
They trot in open fields
Galloping wide into the sunset
Stretching in the heavenly stars
The wind riding in their mane
Galloping wide into the sunset
Stretching in the heavenly stars
The wind riding in their mane
Reaching the border of a farmer’s fence
Kicking and neighing with all their might
Laying their heads upon the post
They retire to green pastures
Gnawing on dew grass
Kicking and neighing with all their might
Laying their heads upon the post
They retire to green pastures
Gnawing on dew grass
They marveled at birds in blue skies
Soaring beyond their reach
Six geese laying their wings
Against their worn, old backs
Taunting them to fly at last
Soaring beyond their reach
Six geese laying their wings
Against their worn, old backs
Taunting them to fly at last
Conquering freedom, soaring fast
Beyond their imprisoned gates
Jules had followed papa
Where the horses neighed
Jules had followed papa
Where the horses neighed
