Sammy ran so fast, the world blew past me.Running so fast made the wind whistle into my face,
hair whipping my head.
Sammy began to blur.
He looked like a Birch tree except for he was a spirit among them.
Soon, all too soon the wind quit whistling around me,
and then an ear piercing scream.
Sammy's rearing broke all of the utter silence.
I really love the simile about the birch tree. With your picture, I can visualize what you are doing. My daughter rides too. I'm afraid for the day that her horse will rear up on her.
ReplyDeleteI love how you use your words and emotion to put us on the saddle and ride and feel how you did.I really can visulize riding as fast as the horse can go and then having him rear i really like it
ReplyDeletethanks for the comments. :)
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