To: bentfeather; snippy_about_it; Flurry
My Heart Is a Wild Horse

My heart is a wild horse.
If I rein her too hard
she fades beneath me
gives me none of her strength.
If I let her run free
I am lost in dark lands.
I approach her slowly.
She takes my scent.
I curry her with sweet grasses,
and I lean against her.
One day
we race across the plain
straight up the mountain
and leap into the sun.
Anitra L. Freeman
93 posted on
11/09/2003 9:52:11 AM PST by
SAMWolf
(Everyone hates me because I'm paranoid.)
To: SAMWolf
My Heart Is a Wild Horse
Morning Sam, I love this poem, wow!!
To: SAMWolf
If I let her run free
I am lost in dark lands.
I can relate. Good poem SAM.
96 posted on
11/09/2003 10:30:48 AM PST by
snippy_about_it
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