Galloping Horses


I wish that you and I

could ride madly

on galloping horses

that would just take us away

high up to a mountain top

with a view that would blow us away

perhaps looking over forests and meadows

or sprawling cities lying at our feet


Away on galloping horses

till we can’t catch our breath

riding like crazy

at the speed of light

along a churning sea

leaving hoof prints in the sand

kicking up the spray of the waves


Away on galloping horses

where time no longer matters

and we are free to be

in the wind and the sun

just you and me

as our galloping horses

keep on running

until we’ve had our fill


Then and only then

will we stop

where we like it best

let the horses roam about

shiny from streaked sweat

their breath misty in the air

nibbling at red clover

as we fall back into the grass

perhaps along a river

and then we’d laugh and laugh

from the sheer joy of it

and when the world seems

to be encroaching upon us


Off on galloping horses once more we’ll go


About Rasma R

I live in Riga, Latvia. I was born in N.Y.C. Love to write articles and poetry. Instruct people in the English language. Live in the suburbs with my husband Martin and my wonderful cat Sid. I love rock and roll, cooking, reading, poetry and traveling.
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