Over the foam <br />we race <br />storm driven <br />agile and swift <br />scudding <br />scarcely <br />tipping <br />each wave <br />with hooves <br />pearly damp <br />and sailing <br />clinging resolutely <br />fingers entwined <br />in his wind whipped mane <br />heels pressed <br />to heaving flanks <br />we fly <br />my mystical mount <br />and I<br /><br />Beatrice Dahlen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pegasus-10/
