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Galloping Horses

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

galloping-horses

I wish that you and I,

could ride madly,

on galloping horses,

that would just take us away,

high up to a mountain top,

with a view that would blow us away,

perhaps looking over forests and meadows

or sprawling cities lying at our feet.


Away on galloping horses,

till we can’t catch our breath,

riding like crazy,

at the speed of light,

along a churning sea,

leaving hoof prints in the sand,

kicking up the spray of the waves.


Away on galloping horses,

where time no longer matters

and we are free to be

in the wind and the sun by the sea.

Just you and me,

as our galloping horses,

keep on running,

until we’ve had our fill.


Then and only then,

will we stop,

where we like it best.

Let the horses roam about,

shiny from streaked sweat,

their breath misty in the air,

nibbling at red clover,

as we fall back into the grass,

perhaps along a river

and then we’d laugh and laugh,

from the sheer joy of it

and when the world seems

to be encroaching upon us -


off on galloping horses once more we’ll fly like the wind.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee