Riding
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Shafts of light shatter the morning skyBeyond the horizon, black clouds loom Juxtaposed seriously
The effervescence of dew shines underfootThe mellifluous patter of feet Working harmoniously
Once upon a time
In a land of song and rhyme
Was a girl named Little Red
With a hood upon her head
Who traveled through the wood
Carrying all the cookies that she could
To Grandma’s comfy home
Punk music blasting through the speakers. Warm summer air blowing through every strand of my hair.
"Riding free
Forever young
Feel the wind
Rip through my lungs
The pounding sound against my ears
Helps to wipe away the tears
All the memories of the saddle
Help me through those weary battles
The Dance
Written by: Stephanie Garcia
When I ride my horse in the mid-summer mornings,
we dance.
The drums pound and two hearts beat as one
working in rhythm and cadence.
A million times I’ve told you before
Not to travel alone at dark
It’s impossible to even the score
For there’s a beast within the park
It’s eating the livestock
It’s eating your kin
