A Horse

A Horse

I should like to be a horse,
So long as it’s a paint, of course.
Flying riderless across the plain,
Wind tickling my flowing mane.

Splashing through shallow river bends,
Thundering along with all my friends.
Yes, a horse is what I’d be,
If the choice were up to me.

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Doug Langille
me@douglangille.ca

Husband, father, writer and shameless technophile.

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