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WIND IN THE CANYON
Wind in the canyon
On a warm summer's day
The sun at their backs
Finds the mustangs at play
Ripping and racing
They tear up the ground
They burn up the miles
Til they can't be found
I sometimes wonder
Was it what it seemed?
Did I just see them
Or was it a dream?
There is nothing quite as captivating as horses at play. Good Poem...thanks