Exceptional alternate rhyme My Ride by Bucketlist

Over the hills and over the dales we sped, the horse and I feeling the wind through hair and mane as we raced toward the sky We got to the point where the arrow sent us where the seashore greets the cliffs winding our way down the slippery bends myself, and the stallion named Whisk We walked along leaving prints in the sand to be carried away by the tide Then I mounted again and off we rode the stallion lengthened his stride Once again we were on top of the cliffs To see fields resembling a patchwork quilt I spurred Whisk to sprout wings and jump over the fields' stone walls without any guilt A sudden breeze caused a movement casting golden ripples over wheat the poppies raised their scarlet heads In the strength of the midday heat Rabbits scurried, birds took flight as we hurried past green fields and gold as the stallion thundered across the quilt of nature and man's centuries untold We arrived at the stable, he and I both breathless from the ride to settle again until another time when we would head toward the tide Recognized Author Notes pixabay

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