The thundering sound of the hooves hitting the sand,
Rising up and covering my hands
The thrill and rush causes me to brush
All of my worries to the western side.
Nothing compares, no worries no wears
To the draft overwhelming right now
This is a source of freedom
Where the horses are born to run
Across the desert, climbing the dunes
The unpredictable way to spend an afternoon
Soaring through the air, It feels like flying
Right here right now, no chance of denying
The ride is over, I ground myself on Earth
Dismounting, my feet touch the hard rock dirt
I can come to this place at any time
Knowing this, I begin to chime.
I wrote this while thinking about the first time I was galloping on a horse along a beach. I felt I had to write something about it so the words began to flow out and I wrote this. I hope you enjoyed it. I’m not the best poet. Probably my first attempt to even write a poem! Thanks for reading. See you soon!