When I Ride Poem by Nicole Mead
When I Ride
When I ride, I feel the wind blow through my hair
It feels as if I'm flying through the sky.
When I ride, it feels like a dream,
But only this dream is reality.
When I ride, I know I'm riding an angel,
Because she glides as if she has wings.
When I ride, I don't want to stop,
But I know that my angel will always be ready to fly.
Thursday, October 2, 2008
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