Danielle N. Calhoun

WHERE AM I?

Walking into a field,
the sun shining in my hair,
I look across the sky,
an eagle flying there.

I look down at the water;
Fish are swimming there.

Where am I?

I walk further across the grass,
my heart beating fast,
I see a horse,
I mount the steed.

This is a dream;
it is of me.
A dream I have every night,
a dream of morning rides.