old timers’s voices talk…
About the full moon
dancing through the clouds
and the vision of the big black horse
running hard across that ridge
Mares fleeing silhouettes
galloping towards the trees
the black horse nipping
at them up there on that ridge
And when the moon sets
bringing daybreak to its life
the ground is scarred with
hoof prints across that ridge
The stories of the elusive herd
be they truth or be they myth
does a big black horse still run free
up there on that ridge
…chasing wild horses
along that ridge
Ann Edall-Robson Author, Photographer, Lover of Life "Capturing moments others may never get to experience.” to edit. | Be the first to get all our latest news and updates. |