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

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