Cornfieldsthat go on for miles.
My sisters
sleeping ever so peacefully.
Here
I see no horses.
Sometimes I imagine them
roaming around the land.
The bright hot sunshine
and the flowy fields.
Mountains
way off in the distance.
The occasional herd of cows
as they lounge around in the heat.
Author's Note: This poem's "scene" kind of reminds me of Spirit I hope it does for you too ((the movie about a buckskin-buckskin is a (NOT TYPE) coat color) coat as in "fur" color)-too much to explain sorry-
I have heard of Spirit but don't think I've seen it...but I find horses so majestic and beautiful and soulful, and I can easily see why they show up often in your writing.
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