Oh the beautiful white winged horse <br />Is an imaginary one of course. <br />But the thought that a creature of folklore <br />Could fly through the air gives rise <br />To a picture I see with my eyes <br />Of a spectacular sight to see. <br /> <br />Moving with a muscled action <br />With a wingspan to catch the air <br />Would look down on all the horses <br />And hope that they’d be where <br />They all would fly together <br />And know they all were free. <br /> <br />Pegasus, you’re a figment <br />Of an artist’s picture to paint, <br />Flying with wild abandon <br />On a canvas with no restraint. <br /> <br />The white of your sheen exquisite <br />Against a background of blue, <br />The Greek mythologists were wondrous <br />When they created you.<br /><br />Edwina Reizer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pegasus-12/
