Apache

As I run,

as I leap, 

as I soar

  I think some more, 

but my worries are abandoned. 

The hoofs pound the ground, 

my heart beat in tune with the sound,

 the wind across my face,

  and a sea of tree leaves in my sight. 

I might dream of a world in which I could be so free

  and go riding whenever I like.  

Releasing my stress and my strife

Embracing the challenge, the change, the steadfast reminders 

            Feeling the breeze by the stream, hearing the rustle of the trees

                        The endless reminders of days of old 

                                    As new beginnings begin to unfold

                                    Let it be this joyous, triumphant sound 

                                    Unwinding, whittling, and loosening our bones

                        Engulfed in the spirit of saddles, cow boots, and riding caps

In hopes of wild, unabandoned moments, with splendor galore

Horses, what magnificent creatures they are.

And may this freedom be forevermore.

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