Ride boy, fast as you can.
Take me far from this land
where I have never felt free.
together we can be.
What adventures surely await!
You'll not be behind a gate.
We will fly with the wind,
sleep under stars when it grows dim.
Ride boy, fast as you can.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
I love this…. freedom awaits!
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Thanks, Katherine!
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*applause!*
~David
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Thanks, David!
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This reads as both prayer and encouragement.
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Thanks, wyndolynne. That’s a lovely comment.
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You have captured the freedom the image conveys my friend!
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Thanks, Carrie! I just kept imagining it was me on that horse.
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If only we could! A delightful piece.
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Thanks, Keith! Yes, if only we could.
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Marvelous, Sara!
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Thanks, Dora!
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There’s a dream-like quality to this and I hope they make it.
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So do I. Thanks, Lisa.
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A very adventurous mood. Nice one!
Much💛love
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Thanks, Gillena!💜💜
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Adventures galore, Sara! My mind is spinning all sorts of them! Ride on, ride on.
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Well, maybe if you write about it enough . . .
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Beautiful poem!
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Thanks, isaiah46!
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