The wind swiftly hits my face,
As we hit a steady pace.
Dirt is flung into the air,
Hooves hit the ground with so much care.
The gentle sun strokes my face,
In this merry peaceful place.
All is good, all is fine,
As the morning passes by.


Poem by Matthew Thors-Waples

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