Well done! I know that feeling of freedom and cherish it as well...:)JP
This is so beautiful, and I clearly see you there!
Perfect, I can see you standing on the back of a big white horse... free to ride and NOT to clean
Lovely words to go with a lovely photo.
A beautiful dream world
Freedom of a bareback rider never has occurred to me.
If only sneaking and the cover of night weren't necessary, but I know that I find it easier to be graceful in my best dreams! Fine poem.
Nice!The circus sleeps until you kick the ringmaster that is...
good on your for finding that time for yourself once the circus sleeps...it keeps us sane....love the redo of your place...it is sharp....
From the every day-to-day, to leaping into your real night. You have changed your site!
Well done, my friend. Hug.
Well done, Gail. Sad; but very good. Easily pictured.♥
Ah yes, I can envision it all!!
Oh Gail, I just knew you would write about horses ... lovely.
Your horses are beautiful! and your poem.
Oh, those precious moments of freedom. Beautiful
I can see 'you', shovel in hand, envisioning the freedom of riding. Wish I could enjoy that freedom myself!
an unusual take, and well done ~
Very, very good . . .
Bravo....may freedom ring when your circus sleeps. :-)
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