October 28, 2010

So onward she goes...


Her ears tip forward at the pounding of a hundred hooves, and she rises beneath me, prancing in place, this magical creature of beauty, wild yet contained. She knows not what I ask, but the trail lay forward, so onward she goes, and the leaves swirl in her wake. ~E.G.

1 comment:

  1. EG, Beautiful writing! I love your nuggets of literary horse wonders. Thank you for sharing them.

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