Rainbow Tears

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 22, 2011, 11:00

by HorseWings, age 15

I feel the warm back of a bay horse,
Running swiftly under me,
I look ahead, between her ears,
At the paths that wind on endlessly.

I feel her soft mane brushing,
Up against my face,
I lean upon her neck,
Ready for a race,

The paths they keep on changing,
But I don’t care a bit,
Sometimes the sun is shining,
Sometimes the stars are it.

There’s something magical,
About this bond, this place, this time,
And suddenly, I wake,
And find that I am crying.