Hooves Fall

[RobinBradbery]

Hooves fall
Nostrils flare
Race the wind and drink the air
Tendons strained
Muscles toned
Feel of grass and crunch of stone
Streaming tail
Flying mane
Pull ahead while others wane
Fight the last
Pass them all
Take the lead by one hoof fall

[ilona]

Wow! What a great poem. I love the imagery that springs to mind when reading it.