“The Journey”
Try and ride this gallant steed for it has galloped ‘cross every century
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Stood atop a mountain top and found in its breeze like a glaciers freeze nothing more than beauty with its restlessness and unease
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Strode across golden pastures its purpose forgotten but to those who respect its boundless prospers cross
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Opened my eyes on a desert’s ride only to find moon clouds around each arid stride across every divide
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Spanned an ocean wide to see nothing more than hollowed tide and endless strife
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Still I ride across these cloud filled skies trying to find my inner light, once snuffed, then shone bright
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Till‘ was snuffed like a candle past twilight, then cloaked by darkest night
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Thunderous hoof beats on summers night, I hope to feel thy light shining bright on the pleasant night or weary day I’m made to bleed
-CWH-
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Corey W Harland
Retired soldier, writing as a therapy, hobby, and as a dream career as I go. I hope to fill this page with poetry, photographs, and stories that will inspire all who read to embrace their own beauty and let their own lights shine bright!
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Your imageries were so vivid and evocative! Loved your poem!