Riding alone in Camelot

Not giving my heart a thought

My horse galloping

though the wind.

Riding alone in Camelot


Me and my Mare

without a care

because I am Me


Riding alone

I’m riding alone in Camelot.

The feeling is clear

as we pound through the air

the Earth slipping


The wind blowing through my hair

Riding alone in Camelot

Without a thought

Without a care

Flying in the air!



 for Jingle’s poetry on  Trips travel and vacation  🙂


blessed be