Horse and rider

Galloping towards the base of the steep hill,

watching the breeze bluster through her mane,

with a mild touch I veered her with reign;

For a serene moment, all time stood still.

Horse and mount journeying with great skill,

but collectively as one we must attain;

Galloping towards the base of the steep hill,

watching the breeze bluster through her mane.

Feeling the power beneath me is a thrill,

and racing across the meadowy plane,

a feeling rushes over I can't explain,

perhaps the reality of taking a spill;

Galloping towards the base of the steep hill.