Firehawk

A poem by Bernadette | 8/5/2008

Red as fire
wild as flames
hooves of wind
muscles of steel
eyes of storm
tail of lightning
against barren lands
against midnight sky

his neigh
like eagle’s cry;
he leaps from unknown sands
dust clouds cover him
fiery as lightning still
runs through desert
plains

gallops on swirling sands
on dusty paths
comes forth:
Firehawk
The son of Thunderfire

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Falling Leaves | Thu, 09/18/2008 - 1:36pm

That was a very discriptive poem!!!

Falling Leaves-unschooler, horse lover, and obsesser over writing, reading and proper grammar.