|Western Poetry posted November 11, 2010|
Feelings about my horse Buster.
Your touch, your gentle nudge
of trust ...
This small joy is for me,
as vast as the western plains!
And I see a mountain range
When I gaze into the window of your soul
And you know who I am-
by my love for you that will never die.
You are mine, and I am yours
bound by kindred spirits that soar
until the end of time ...
As we go softly now ... into the setting sun.
Free Verse Poetry contest entry
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