The horse gallops so fast that I scream myself hoarse with glee
The clouds above are a blurry streak, the grass below just a green sea
Even the dust kicked up is more like haze in a dream
I am one with the wind, I am no longer me
My pounding heart sings joyous strains of lyrical litany
But I’m not stationary long enough to pen my thoughts upon stationery
A song is lost but a saga is born
Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s prompts for (1) Double Take Saturday [horse & hoarse; stationary & stationery] and (2) Photo Challenge #375
