January 7, 2011

I Ride



I ride and I become grounded and essential as the bedrock below.

The sun warms my face and the sweet air fills my soul.

I ride and tears waste into tranquility and I am in the moment.

The horse below and the trail ahead become my reality.

I ride and it is the trail that drives me onward.

The smell of sweat and leather is a physical need to fill.

I ride and the time spent with this beautiful creature is all I need.

The view between her ears is a gift of the season and elements.

I ride because of dreams unlived and dreams to come.

She is the magic that will propel me.  ~ E.G.

2 comments:

  1. Jen,

    You can share anything I have. Just give a link back to the blog. ~E.G.

    ReplyDelete