Red as fire
wild as flames
hooves of wind
muscles of steel
eyes of storm
tail of lightning
against barren lands
against midnight sky
his neigh
like eagle’s cry;
he leaps from unknown sands
dust clouds cover him
fiery as lightning still
runs through desert
plains
gallops on swirling sands
on dusty paths
comes forth:
Firehawk
The son of Thunderfire
Genre
Coolio!
That was a very discriptive poem!!!
Falling Leaves-unschooler, horse lover, and obsesser over writing, reading and proper grammar.
"You were not meant to fit into a shallow box built by someone else." -J. Raymond