Newest
Borrowed FreedomThe crunch of gravel, the smell of hay, I walk through the ancient stone door A welcoming nicker, a black head appears The stall door creaks, the metal on the halter clicks The sound of hoofs on the cold dark floor A dark gleaming coat, a swish of his tail He patiently stands as I rid his coat of the earth The polished saddle gleams, the old leather creaks A fire sparks in his eyes The gate creaks, rusty from age, On the other side a field of green and gold awaits I mount, he snorts, A glossy black hoof paws the ground, His neck arches like spring that has yet to beBorrowed Freedom
by ~aefenglomlieg
Favourites
Watchers
Journal
No journal entries yet.
deviantID
No deviantID yet.
Devious Info
- Website: http://myspace.com/erinkolo
- AIM: aefenglomlieg
deviantART Community Board
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
--
Why do we fall?--
You can sail with me in my yellow submarine
--
HAHAHA
hugs and kisses! bye!
--
"I Ink, Therefore, I Am."
A member of the Loreena McKennitt Club.
--
i want to be the girl with the most cake.
Previous PageNext Page