Pony Ride

Running wild and riding free there’s no place that I’d rather be, than atop the back of my sweet pony

Galloping across the land, I hold all freedoms in my hand, across the world where we stride and dance

Freedom giver, secret keeper, hope deliverer, dreams reaper, friends forever, till we die, just my pony, his devotion and I

The wind is blowing through my hair, and when on horseback I don’t care, I see beauty everywhere

Looking down gives fresh perspective, things no longer retrospective, I have an encompassing view, collective

Freedom giver, secret keeper, hope deliverer, dreams reaper, friends forever, till we die, just my pony, his devotion and I

My thoughts are different in my head and I assess things I have said, sometimes with pride, sometimes with dread

There is one place that I can go, when all things I want to know, running fast or galloping slow

Freedom giver, secret keeper, hope deliverer, dreams reaper, friends forever, till we die, just my pony, his devotion and I

Things once cloudy tune in clear and I lose all doubts and nagging fear, the one thing that I hold so dear

My friend for life and never foe he’ll take me where I want to go, my confidant to tales of woe

Is my horse, my freedom giver, my keeper of secrets, my soul’s deliverer, will he forsake me? No, not ever

Freedom giver, secret keeper, hope deliverer, dreams reaper, friends forever, till we die, just my pony, his devotion and I

Copyright Christine K. Trease

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