C Maree Sura

Farewell to the Mountains that bore me farewell to the scurrying clouds.

Farewell to my old friends I ran with and my beautiful, beautiful herd.

How well I remember the first time I raced upon the Plains.I tumbled, I rolled, but got up again, for the sheer pleasure of racing the wind,for I was a carefree young colt.

Memories of blue skies and scattered clouds of yellow flowers, I sniffed as I played.
Kicking up my heels and bucking, pretending I was already grown and a leader of a herd.

Now I am grown: I’m a Stallion proud and a leader of a herd.
But we have been scattered like leaves before the wind to who knows where we have gone.

Too where am I going, where am I being taken?
Where are my mares and my little ones as well?

My life is so broken, my heart too.
Do you honestly believe that I have no sense, no feelings?
That I can’t smell death behind that door?

I shall hold onto the vision of the mountains where I came from, of the beautiful blue sky and scattered clouds.

And my beautiful, beautiful herd.

May be an image of horse, nature and mountain

Photo credit: Jess Wolfe

Published by Nelle

I am interested in writing short stories for my pleasure and my family's but although I have published four family books I will not go down that path again but still want what I write out there so I will see how this goes

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