The drive

by Robyn   Nov 18, 2005


The sun was beaming down on my arm,
the wind was in my face and hair,
you could hear the loud tank like sounding engine;
hear the clanging of a metal clip.
the sweet smell of hay and the not so sweet smell of manure.
you could hear the whiny of lupine the big,
beautiful,
hanoverian mare.

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  • 19 years ago

    by Andrea broken tears

    Awww another wow that is good love it keep it up

    love you
    andrea xxxx