* Running With The Pack *

                A golden winged





              creature so full of



                

                 beauty flying the



                        

               blue skies so high





                  the mist of





              the rain chills down









               your black maine  







             his  gorgeous majestic





                frame to the







              game of no shame ,









              A golden spike is





             your  pure delight





             so free with ease





               as your crew





           gallop across to the wide





           open  plain   the breeze





  cools and soothes all of your deepest mysteries .

          





   * Written by GT Feb 18. Copywrite Date 2007   *





  



      

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem is about  a
Horse running with his
pack I loved it  cause
it made me feel so free.
Dedicated all of my freinds :*) and Donnie  

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Cools Mysteries

A nice close to the freedom expressed here ~Lady A~