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Written for Outlaw Poet's Weekly Contest! |
DESERT THUNDER Deep in the barren desert, Amid the cactus and tumbleweed, Ran a herd of wild horses Led by a magnificent steed. Hooves flashed as they ran onward; Like the echo of thunder the sound! Escaping the heat of the desert Yet never a hoofprint was found. For the desert held no illusion Of sustaining life ever again - Each night the herd of wild horses Disappeared where once they had been. It is but a ghostly thunder Caused by some unearthly twist Of the days when herds of wild horses Once ran through green fields of mist. Nature will keep all its secrets And to accept the story as true - For what once was is no longer What you believe, is all up to you. Countrymom 12/20/02 |