Across the river and down the way, There's a man who rides a mighty bay. But not on ground, nor water, no less, Across the skies this bay will bless. Hoofprints on cloud, no thunder's too loud, Nothing can stop the sky bay. Yup, it's a poem about a flying horse. idk man, idk.
It was by the river that the slender trout drifted, silver in the light, to the surface they lifted. It was by the river that the young wolf ran with his first pack, now the alpha male, there was no experience he lacked. It was by the river that the songbirds would sing, a tune... Continue Reading →