Fluid Grace
Have you ever seen
grace
a small band of
Arabian horses
sprint through
tall prairie grass
For a quarter mile
long strides,
necks horizontal
tail carriage,
mane floating
Lithely above the
prairie
gaining speed,
synced rhythm
Gaze fixed upon them
'til they fade
in final light of
day
Up the hill
into their corral
prancing 'n snorting
Phantoms of beauty
'n grace
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Author Notes:
Image is courtesy of our daughter from last night. An image of Ben before he herded up the mares and ran up the hill.
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