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Out In the Pasture
Out in the Pasture
By William Corff 12/2005
There is a running wind that carries the willing.
Who runs with his horses galloping to the flowing creek?
Where rain water washes down the salty clay
So fire's creation may be revealed
From a heart that has burned and healed
Her mane was flaxen, her breath warm as she breathed in my face
We shared breath, One in the race, Life.
Friendship grown of food, work and breath shared.
Sometimes hard and rapid but mostly daily gentle.
Muzzle and kisses on the neck
To warm the cool night air
My legs may wrap around her
Sharing the rhythm, heading together
Down the pathway to the setting sun
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