Wild Dreams

Lasso this rearing mare tonight
She jumped the fence into the dark
Ran blind to black and stormy plight

Must be a stallion captured her heart
The way she bucked, kicked and neighed
Then into the wind she ran as a lark

Laughing I guide her to apples again
And bubbling brooks moss and green
Where lightning bolts subside with rain

Guiding her back wild mare to dream
Of stallions bold and wise and true
By wood and musical gentle stream

Guiding her back to skies crystal blue
Where breezes and scents refresh anew
By Pamela Hill