The Golden Desert Ride

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By FarmGirl

As we lope into the desert Your golden mane whips back at my face. Your legs move smooth as ice As you carry me into a sense of freedom. It's like I'm riding the wind, Like I'm in a beautiful dream. When I'm on your back I get that sensation, that wonderful felling That I'm being carried away from all my troubles. It feels as though if you were'nt here, I could'nt survive. You will always be my best friend, For you are a part of me. You will always be, My Horse

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January 28, 2007 00:19 ~~~~GLOSTARG~~~~

I like it.Good imagery & poem. glo