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There are still forest of aspen and pine,
Mountain places where trails peter out, And the Wind begins,
Trackless Tundra,
Dark gliding swamps,
Grasslands that have never been mown,
And the Earth has mysterious ways
Of reclaiming its own. |
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| The Healing Horse My inspiration is from the Healing Horse Who Chose Me...With his ancient genetic Line Back Dun primitive stripe markings. His Horse Spiritis of The Old Ones, The Ones Who Have Gone Before... We ride the wind to Places beyond this earth _________ A broken song beneath the snow The echo of a soaring joy, A shape in the mist, A touch in the rain, In wilderness you come again... You tell us what we used to know... You speak for all the free wild things Whose ways were ours When the Wind had wings... ----By Elise Maclay--- https://www.etsy.com/shop/FourDirectionsLight |
