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Volume 5 Issue 4
Page 31
Page 31
She hears the whistle call her in
Like the harmonious sound of coming home
I hear the pounding steps get louder
as her hooves press harder into the ground
The smell of dirt and dust tickles my nose
a surrounding I know well
just rotten boards and baling twine
holding this life together
Her blaze is shining in the sun
My face lights up as it touches hers
The halter barely fits her now
But we are ready to fly once again
Like the harmonious sound of coming home
I hear the pounding steps get louder
as her hooves press harder into the ground
The smell of dirt and dust tickles my nose
a surrounding I know well
just rotten boards and baling twine
holding this life together
Her blaze is shining in the sun
My face lights up as it touches hers
The halter barely fits her now
But we are ready to fly once again
| Coming Home By Linsey Kau |