Head up, neck outstretched <br />Reaching for the winking star <br />The horse glides over the snow <br />And the call is echoed over far <br /> <br />The call of running in the moonlight <br />Of whispering through the trees <br />The cry of all the shifting shadows <br />And galloping with the breeze<br /><br />Ivy Schex<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-call-6/
