I Dream of Horses
There is a dream
Of rushing wind
And riding o’er
The growing green
There is a hope
That rises in the heart
Of flowing manes
And pounding hooves
There is an idea
Of roaming the plain
Just you and your horse
Free and wild
There is a story
Of horses and glory…
But now I am awake
And the dream is gone
There is a dream
That I wake up from
That I long to return to
And fly again
2009 copyright Ivy
Schexnayder
