Soaring Blog Archive on March 8, 2011, 10:00

by Icehorse, age 13

When I’m on my horse
It seems as if we’re flying
Like we cannot be separated
We are soaring
Over the puffy white clouds
As one
We fly
When I dismount
I feel as if I must get on
Because we need to finish our journey
Across the amazing blue sky

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