“Cantering, Cantering, Cantering.”
Vaughn L. Brown
Cantering, aacross the, brown land of, the desert.
Riding with, pleasure and, joy much, like my own, horse between, my skinny, legs that does, not weaken.
Turning left, going straight, down the old, path of my, ancestry.
Cantering, with the love, in my heart, feeling the wind, whipping through, my long hair.
Yes indeed, the clean breeze, makes me pleased, and want to, ride forever, more across, the open, spaces that, I love with, out fences, to fence me, in like a, guilty soul.
Down the hills, up the hills, across flat, surfaces.
My horse and, I would much, rather die, than be locked, in the cramp, city of, many souls.
Freedom at, heart does not, make me tart, like many, people say, making us, free souls look, apart from the, rest of the, other souls.
Here we will, stop and take, a breather, feel free, do not please, wear your soul, out of this, existence! |