Undulating

Little wonder they carved a horse.

The earth cries out to be ridden and roved upon.

Flowing curves flare contoured thighs and fetlocks.

Beauties in sated repose breathing deeply.

Lovely in the morning sun, but now, at twilight so

Magical. As if the whole land aches to stretch and stand.

© Tom Tide 2016

 

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