The Horses Never Stop

Racing water -
like raging horses
They gallop down the rocks
They hit the ground,
with lullaby sounds
and the horses never stop

Oh sing your sonnet, valiant stallion
Paint the ground below
Prance in peace, my palomino
and the horses never stop

They race and rage, the horses
in a strong and brave descent
Rocks scatter 'neath their loaping,
on history they shall imprint

No saddles for palomino,
Paint and stallion, too
Instead walk the planks of cement
and just enjoy the view

The horses never stop

Unless,

Unless you wander in the winter,
when Sun is tired and unable
You then will find no raging horses,
they've retreated to their stables

The shine that inspires the gallop
has retired to the east
taking with it the encouragement
that motivates the beast

Soon again she'll circle back
and mother earth will begin to thaw
and the once subdued and retired mares and stallions
will rage from their cages - unbridled, reckless and raw

For a season, only for a time
But never forever

The horses never stop


By Katie Walker
June 16th, 2012

Inspired by and written about
MULTNOMAH FALLS
In Oregon