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A Horse
A horse is my father's heart
beating over the Earth as it runs with the wind.
A horse is the leather that binds my parents together,
The hide that hides their secrets.
A horse is a spirit that is bound to the Earth that we attach wings to.
A horse has wheels that tumble and reel like the stone of a bird's wing.
A horse is our myth and our truth.
We see its strength trying to buck out of its skin.
A horse is a way we can touch the earth while flying through the air.
A horse is almost controlled wildness that dances like rock and roll.
A horse is a running river through the wind, and
A blue and white pinto that turns to a palomino near the days end
by Douglas Taylor 1999 copyright
Idaho Breeze II
There is a breeze
Through the years that blows from Idaho
Through the pines and the sage
Like a jack rabbit snaking like a river
Around the eagle's shadow
Darting like Appaloosa spots
and rain drops
Humming like bees and breezed leaves
Mountaineering with the sky
Like a trout looking where it has been
and swimming where it has never seen
We all find our way home
Drawing our map to our heart
From our mind we connect the dots
Fly fishing in our favorite spot
by Douglas Taylor 2003 copyright
Michelangelo's Dream
An ancient theme
A venerable dream
Reaching out to define
With a feeling of the divine
It is the oneness in us
It is a sense of purpose
It is being closer to our world soul
Informing the universe of our role
An ancient theme, an ancient rhyme
Michelangelo's dream
Depth of Field
Depth of thoughts
seen from the distance
held close
near until
the space between us is an illusion
intensely focused with internal clarity
perspective is full and complete
and the map is unfolded
falling stars
falling leaves
fall ito sight
by Douglas Taylor copyright 2000
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