THE RACE // 6.17.17

She looked toward the sun
In the West where it hung
And smirked when his light hit her face

Not one for losing
She shouted, voice booming
“Old boy, you’ve got yourself a race”

She jumped on her mare
And, with wind in her hair
She chased the glowing horizon

Ran without stopping
Hoof after hoof stomping
Left behind fear, courage rising

The sky burning red
The sun lowered his head
The girl and her horse were still soaring

That sun was no match
With her triumphant laugh
She wished him good night until morning