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[aid] => mick
[title] => Horses
[time] => 2010-07-01 07:53:04
[hometext] => wrote this after seeing the wild horses on the moor at the back of where I live.
[bodytext] => The horses are booming an echo this evening Across their moorland kingdom. At the gate they come to a halt, The sunlight playing gold and dapled On steaming flanks and flowing manes, With diamonds as big as the sky Reflected in eyes of sure serenity. In contrast, I am morified by my own inability To shake off the shackles of every day And take to the hoof in a chorus of thunder. If I could I would Cross this dusty more where freedom is the new blood Pumped around my frailty by a willing heart. Once on the moor I would embrace their freedom Until time has no freedom, but even then, It would take more than towns and cities And exploding populations To deny me the blood of wild horse and freedom flowing, And more than all the greed of ungrateful man To still my willing heart. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 103 [topic] => 21 [informant] => cashfan1 [notes] => Corrected spelling as requested ~ Moderator_18 July 1, 2010 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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