In her hair was an eagle feather …
It was dancing in the wind.
She was riding straight and hard …
To anywhere .. she'd never been.
She even closed her eyes …
And wished that pony could fly.
And I heard her laughing as she faded ..
Riding hard …
To where the plains touch the sky.
She rode hard and fast to get away.
Away from what I'll never know.
But with eyes a closed and heart a fire …
I wished that I could go.
With long hair flying she flew by.
And I heard her laughing …
as she faded …
Riding hard …
To where the plains touch the sky.
David D Jerald
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