Leader of Wild Horses


(For Sarah)


She leads our herd

                                 as we run

through panoramas

                           of blue and gold,

through mountain edged


shoes drumming

                   up dust on

back roads

                      and dirt trails.

Her straw colored mane

                catches early morning

wind dappled

                   flecks of  sun.

She gallops

                   tall, proud and leggy,

kicking up happy tales

                        to prod slower lopers

as we gather and disperse,

                        jumping across lanes

to let her through.

                     She loosens and tightens

the reins,

                      guiding us around

horseshoe ponds,

              over meandering slopes,

through whispering trees.

                  At the finish line

we remain

             sweaty, free,

tired, out of breath,

                     restless and untamed.


~ by dianeklammer on March 22, 2013.

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