Wild Horse I'd like to call you my wild horse and feed you silver sage I'd like to paint my poems with desert tongued clay across your back and ride you savagely as the sweet and southern wind through a green and wild Kentucky I'd like to make you my secret sun blazing dark and red in the orchards and I would steal away to watch the way your silver belly bends and bows beneath me I'd make you my wings in the foothills of Montana my lover in the oceans of the world I'd make you my many calico children and scatter you across the green memories of home I'd be your hungry Valley and sow your golden fields of wheat in my womb Jewel Kilcher -- ╴╴╴ http://darkshadows.org/~skyhawk :: dale@dal.net ╴╴ ╭——╮╭╭—╮╭—╮╮╭—╮╮╭——╮╭╮╮╮╭╭—╮｜ │ │││ ││ │││ │││ │││ ││ │∣ poetry@ptt.cc ╭╮╰╯│ —╯╭╮ ││ ││ ││ ││ —╯∣ Atheism@ptt.cc │ ││ ││ ││ ││ │││ ││ │｜ skyhawk@ptt2.cc ╰——╯╰╰—╯╰——╯╰—╯╯╰—╯╯╰—╯╯╰╰—╯｜ --

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