2 August 2012
Galloping through the wind,
With your heavy hooves,
You do all the right moves,
Your long legs stretch and bend,
To catch up your old friend,
You jump across a river,
And give me such a shiver,
I am holding on so tight,
That i am filled with Joy and Fright,
The great big forest surounds us both,
All this horrible dark green growth,
Is slowing your fast pace down,
It hopes you fall and drown,
In this black black marsh,
Oh, it's so so harsh...
My Horse • Opuss № I