Mustangs in the clouds (poem)

by CRAIG DOWNER Peering over the Pine Nut Mountains One blustery midsummer afternoon Back in the roaring ‘90’s, I beheld seven wild horses In exquisitely sculpted white cloud forms. Spanning a thousand feet or more. Aligned with rumps and flowing tails to West And gallant heads and flowing manes to East, These marvels arched over… Continue reading Mustangs in the clouds (poem)