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Array ( [sid] => 160885 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Horses [time] => 2010-07-01 07:53:04 [hometext] => wrote this after seeing the wild horses on the moor at the back of where I live. [bodytext] => The horses are booming an echo this evening
Across their moorland kingdom.
At the gate they come to a halt,
The sunlight playing gold and dapled
On steaming flanks and flowing manes,
With diamonds as big as the sky
Reflected in eyes of sure serenity.
In contrast, I am morified by my own inability
To shake off the shackles of every day
And take to the hoof in a chorus of thunder. If I could I would
Cross this dusty more where freedom is the new blood
Pumped around my frailty by a willing heart.
Once on the moor I would embrace their freedom
Until time has no freedom, but even then,
It would take more than towns and cities
And exploding populations
To deny me the blood of wild horse and freedom flowing,
And more than all the greed of ungrateful man
To still my willing heart. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 103 [topic] => 21 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => Corrected spelling as requested ~ Moderator_18 July 1, 2010 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Horses

Contributed by cashfan1 on Thursday, 1st July 2010 @ 07:53:04 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

The horses are booming an echo this evening
Across their moorland kingdom.
At the gate they come to a halt,
The sunlight playing gold and dapled
On steaming flanks and flowing manes,
With diamonds as big as the sky
Reflected in eyes of sure serenity.
In contrast, I am morified by my own inability
To shake off the shackles of every day
And take to the hoof in a chorus of thunder. If I could I would
Cross this dusty more where freedom is the new blood
Pumped around my frailty by a willing heart.
Once on the moor I would embrace their freedom
Until time has no freedom, but even then,
It would take more than towns and cities
And exploding populations
To deny me the blood of wild horse and freedom flowing,
And more than all the greed of ungrateful man
To still my willing heart.

Copyright © cashfan1 ... [ 2010-07-01 07:53:04]
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Re: Horses (User Rating: 1 )
by northernlights on Thursday, 1st July 2010 @ 12:31:10 PM AEST
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The call of the wild unmistakable and compelling can feel the energy right through

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