Wild Horse

Our Poem

You touch a dream, you know it's there
Like elusive waves of wind-tossed air,
Your mind is clean your heart is light
A moment's bliss before its flight.
The years pass by but the dream will stay
As swallows nest, then fly away.
Your equine friends they come and go
But in stall and meadow you'll always know
As Mayflies dance on a silent stream
You can bide awhile and hold your dream.


Verse by Mary Lascelles