The Art of Natural Dressage

Here are two poems that I have written. I wasn't sure if it went here or not. I strive to put my heart and soul in the poetry that I write.


Horse and Rider

The prairie blows the grasses
And whips the horse’s mane.
They travel, horse and rider,
Through the sea of amber grain

Hills roll by, and clouds pass
But steady are the horse’s hooves
Upon the wind blown grass
As they travel, horse and rider

There is no trail that they follow
No path that can be seen
There they travel, horse and rider
Upon the endless blowing green



The Thunderer
I stand still among the blowing grasses
And north, the growing rumble passes
A thundering of hooves upon the plain
A cloud of dust rises, no wind can contain

Over the north rise, the Thunderer appears
A gray stallion followed closely by rain tears
A furious storm follows fast upon his heels
And hell, as lightning and thunder, peals

The stallion races, galloping over the land
His mighty hooves leave prints in the sand
His silvery mane whips in the shadowed light
As he sprints to outrace the following night

As I stand still among the blowing grasses
I scarce see the silver shadow that passes
But I feel and hear the fierce stallion's cry
As the mighty, gray Thunderer passes by



Live the dream...

Ivy

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Whaw Ivy, this is great and so original.
You have a gift to write poems. I would say, never stop writing them. And always feel free to share, I love to read horse poems. Because they are always so true and dreamy

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