A cloud of dust comes billowing in the horizon, moving steadily closer to his perch. A pervasive sense of thunder rumbles loudly as the apparition rapidly approaches. Bright buttercup flowers bend as if to give way to the coming inevitability. A shape begins to take form. The sentry gasps in wonder. He forgets his duty at the awesome power coming towards him. Beneath the thundering mighty power of the horses' hooves the sepia toned grass is flattened without a battle. Fiery, flashing eyes boldly forge ahead. Shiny dappled gray, glossy bays, mahogany browns, creamy palaminos, chestnuts, bright as hot coals, fly by. Spindly legged youngsters valiantly gallop with all their might. But the magic moment awaits. Abruptly time stands still. The almighty protector and provider arrives with a loud trumpet. Obsidian black, glossy, each muscle finely sculpted stands apart proudly but perfectly complimenting each other. He rears and challenges any who dare his wrath. After a breathless moment, he circles his herd and they continue on their journey. The magic remains forever in the sentry's soul used with permission Thank You Poem by Judy Johnson c |
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