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
Riding alone
I’m riding alone in Camelot.
The feeling is clear
as we pound through the air
the Earth slipping
past
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
Scarlet Luna-Mia Lombardi | Luna the moon Rose 
…Riding alone in Camelot…
…sounds like a cool place to be…nicely done.
Love this. I saw her flying hair as she galloped along.
i wna get on that ride to camelot….love the rhyming you got here…
terrific! a very rhythmic and beautiful poem, sounded like ballads.
trisha
Fantastic write – focusing on the intra rather than the external notion of camelot, very clever and enjoyable!