as you run without a care.
A soul so vibrant and invigorating
your mane, tossed in the rushing air.
Unruly you cross the vast terrain
keeper of the rolling hills.
Nothing can stand in your way
as freedom in you instills.
Your kindred spirit so wild and free
to understand, I could never begin.
Of the thrill and exuberance that you feel
as you run along
Like The Wind.
Elizabeth Ann Bushey