The gallop.

by Harry

Posted for Chi.

I can gallop like the wind
given the freedom of space
I can keep going and going
feeling the earth beneath

Traveling through time every
precious moment to ride the
freedom trail until I stop and
rest before returning home

Back at the stalls in the stable
it is quiet and restrictive, time
to eat and rest, always waiting
for the chance to be free

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