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 
Camelot not king Arthur or his bride??….love the echoes of old as the horse gallops at his pace. lovely dream trip this.
Carefree, I would say, in search of another stage… Good take and I love it.. 🙂
cool ride.
A++
fun read ! I liked it 🙂
A dream vacation– I can feel the wind in your hair!
I like that! The repetition of riding in Camelot creates a nice mystery, I want to know more about this ‘adventure’.
Thanks for visiting my poem earlier.
Lovely piece, filled with rhythm of the heart.
This is so lovely my queen. I am happy to see you carefree 🙂
Loved reading your poem.
I couldn’t help but feel elated as I read your poem. A sense of freedom with each gallop. Excellent write.
thank you! 🙂