i was galloping at the speed of light, no sooner i hit the rainbow, splashing colors evolved out of the rather gray sky, it was a site to ponder.
hadi
hola
daniel
jockeys are small. seriously. on a totally unrelated note, i just remembered this time that i went on a camping trip to the mountains with some family friends and there was a horse stable where we took the opportunity to ‘rent’ horses out for a bit of time and ride them around; mine started into a trot and a subsequent gallop and nearly knocked me off of its back.
griffin.
humans running from zombies. trying to save their lives
NiGhTBoX
iwas gallopin g at the speed of light
Anonymous
i think of horses galloping through the wild. hair blowing in the wind. mothers and their calves, black and white, roaming through the prarie, herding the cows. an idian boy with a shot gun he has found on a settlement rides atop one aiming
Laura
gallop, kind of like a lollipop except it’s a gal…and the licking not only gets you to the center…
Christian
The horse galloped as fast as he could make it go. He had to make it to the wedding before he lost his chance. The chance to tell the girl of his dreams how he truly felt. The chance to tell her he loved her. The chance to be happy.
Lea
The horse galloped into the field of dust. Only to find despair. The horse turned around and galloped on home to his safety net. He then found hope in the form of his friend the sun.
Anonymous
i love gallop
give me a gallop of daisy like the commercial i know that’s not what it means, that would be dollop but oh well.
gallop. horse gallop. galloping fast. cowboys.
kc
horse like to gallop and i love to ride horses maybe someday i will have my own and i will be able to teach it how to gallop. That would be amazing
Anonymous
the boy fell flat on his face hard, jumped up brushed his shoulders off then suddenly started galloping towards the sun.
sarah
horses galloped far away
Anonymous
The horse ran trough the field toward the broken down wooden fence. It was there that it jumped into the air in an attempt to clear the post but it’s hoof caught and it fell bearing the rider to his death
Marcus
GALLOP!! Move your ass!! my horse won! I couldn’t believe it! SHesourkindagal pulled out of the middle of the pack to win the race! it was quite possibly one of the best memories we’ve had so far…me and Justin…our day at the races and then shooting…what joy
leah
The horse galloped down the hill at full speed, the young woman clutching onto the reigns as it went. She didn’t look ahead– the horse knew where it was going, instead she looked behind her, terrified of who was in persuit.
Sabrina
Isaw the horse grow closer and closer to me, slowing to a gentle gallop. Old shawn had a good soul, a good heart. He contrasted the light behind him beautifully. Love that old horse.
Rebecca Mullins
the horses galloped across the fields and their movement caused the reeds to sway over and over. The suns rays reflected on the horses’s backs.
kelly
A gallop is the fastest pace for a horse to run and also the hardest to stay ob if one is mounted.It is the speed typically used for a cavalry charge. The horse has to be comfortable with the intense pace of what is going on all around: the smells, sounds and cries of death, the shriekd of other wounded horses and the terrain
Maria
he rode on and on and on
praries and pastures were no such feat
the horse couldn’t gallop anymore
no matter
on and on and on.
Maddy
It runs though the fields freely, wildly. Wind blows through chestnut mane, whipping across a young girl’s face as she rides atop the speeding horse. She smiles and knows that this is what freedom is.
Meli
Gallop is what a horse does. Rather than walk or run, a horse tends to gallop. Some may say a horse will trot…but I say a horse will gallop. Galloping is a better form of transportation. Why do ho
Kelsea
Gallop was her name.
With her antics,
she rose to fame.
Many envied her.
Wished her ill,
And despair.
But not the one,
To be bought down.
Was her will-
Oh so strong!
Sowmeow
in the traces of his subconcious Deckard can’t help but think of the Unicorn as it gallops across his memory that is, who’s? his? some random Tyrell employee?
but he doesn’t dwell on it much, instead he pours another straight bourbon and downs it before walking into the ran to track down a replicant and put a fucking bullet in its head.
j.d. tielke
the night was quiet, dark and nothing could be heard ..sudendly a gallop could be heard from far coming closer and closer, he froze.
nanz
my heartbeat is thumping and thumping.
I see those words and feel those thoughts.
we’re over.
gallop. it’s a leap away from you.
for the better.
mgs
the severe beat, thump. a repetitive motion that keeps your body and mind in a continuous state as one. the gallop of your heart is the ultimate feeling.
malorie
I like to dance in my mother’s room and dream about my father’s horses that don’t really exist. I wonder if he’s happy thought our friendship exists. i wonder if he’s happy that he doesn’t have to hide anymore. I wonder about a lot of things. I’m wondering right now.
RobertoSalad
Horses, earth, wind, grass. My hair flies behind me like its mane. The sun beats down, severing the clouds. Thumping with my heartbeat. Plunging through pillows of earth.
Isabel
She sat upon the midnight horse. A beast of the forest, untamed. With each graceful stride she could feel the horse become one with the wind. She could hear herself being pursued; leaning into the horses ear she whispered but a single word ‘gallop’.
Paul Ashot
Through fields of tall grass, moving,speed, the feel of the grass hitting my knees, mane in my eyes, not being afraid. I miss not being afraid. I miss feeling young.
Nonnahs
gallop across a field moving swiftly
and fast
wind running through your hair
escaping and eloping worries and fear. Making a strong noise through the field as you reach
wethehappyfew
i galloped on the back of the horse across the farm. it was refreshing to be outside in nature, away from all the city living. i loved it. i wish i could do it more often. if only i lived in the country again. those were happy times. when i could see the stars at night.. it was nice. i miss it. i think i will go back someday, after i’m done with school.
Lyla
horses gallop. once i saw a herd of horses galloping through the wheat fields. actually, that was a movie. spirit, i used to pretend my bike was a horse galloping through my neighborhood. i was such a weird little kid. i like horses when they gallp[
cassie
horses
Anonymous
i was galopping away from you i hate you
you make me sick and the horses scare me
the horses that u can see thru to their muscle they have scary eyes and they go too fast and i don’t like them
they remind me of skeletons their skin is too tight and they frighten me with their wild eyes and they make me angry. when i see the horse gallop it is beautiful.
sarah
I want to gallop in a unicorn thorough a barren desert.
Desden
Ahhh, does anyone else find this fucking terrifying? I’m trying to think of what the word “gallop” evokes in me, but all I can see is that little green bar — wait, now it’s orange. It’s turning red. What is this even supposed to be about again? Gallop?
Annie
.
(^^^)
I write nothing of the word in protest, however, i will deign to say that the speed at which i feel my escape coming tediously closer to be an amsing flury of excitement i feel, joyous, only parralledled by the wind flowing through my hair
tree man, i am a tree, i am legend We are legion etc.
i was galloping at the speed of light, no sooner i hit the rainbow, splashing colors evolved out of the rather gray sky, it was a site to ponder.
hola
jockeys are small. seriously. on a totally unrelated note, i just remembered this time that i went on a camping trip to the mountains with some family friends and there was a horse stable where we took the opportunity to ‘rent’ horses out for a bit of time and ride them around; mine started into a trot and a subsequent gallop and nearly knocked me off of its back.
humans running from zombies. trying to save their lives
iwas gallopin g at the speed of light
i think of horses galloping through the wild. hair blowing in the wind. mothers and their calves, black and white, roaming through the prarie, herding the cows. an idian boy with a shot gun he has found on a settlement rides atop one aiming
gallop, kind of like a lollipop except it’s a gal…and the licking not only gets you to the center…
The horse galloped as fast as he could make it go. He had to make it to the wedding before he lost his chance. The chance to tell the girl of his dreams how he truly felt. The chance to tell her he loved her. The chance to be happy.
The horse galloped into the field of dust. Only to find despair. The horse turned around and galloped on home to his safety net. He then found hope in the form of his friend the sun.
i love gallop
give me a gallop of daisy like the commercial i know that’s not what it means, that would be dollop but oh well.
gallop. horse gallop. galloping fast. cowboys.
horse like to gallop and i love to ride horses maybe someday i will have my own and i will be able to teach it how to gallop. That would be amazing
the boy fell flat on his face hard, jumped up brushed his shoulders off then suddenly started galloping towards the sun.
horses galloped far away
The horse ran trough the field toward the broken down wooden fence. It was there that it jumped into the air in an attempt to clear the post but it’s hoof caught and it fell bearing the rider to his death
GALLOP!! Move your ass!! my horse won! I couldn’t believe it! SHesourkindagal pulled out of the middle of the pack to win the race! it was quite possibly one of the best memories we’ve had so far…me and Justin…our day at the races and then shooting…what joy
The horse galloped down the hill at full speed, the young woman clutching onto the reigns as it went. She didn’t look ahead– the horse knew where it was going, instead she looked behind her, terrified of who was in persuit.
Isaw the horse grow closer and closer to me, slowing to a gentle gallop. Old shawn had a good soul, a good heart. He contrasted the light behind him beautifully. Love that old horse.
the horses galloped across the fields and their movement caused the reeds to sway over and over. The suns rays reflected on the horses’s backs.
A gallop is the fastest pace for a horse to run and also the hardest to stay ob if one is mounted.It is the speed typically used for a cavalry charge. The horse has to be comfortable with the intense pace of what is going on all around: the smells, sounds and cries of death, the shriekd of other wounded horses and the terrain
he rode on and on and on
praries and pastures were no such feat
the horse couldn’t gallop anymore
no matter
on and on and on.
It runs though the fields freely, wildly. Wind blows through chestnut mane, whipping across a young girl’s face as she rides atop the speeding horse. She smiles and knows that this is what freedom is.
Gallop is what a horse does. Rather than walk or run, a horse tends to gallop. Some may say a horse will trot…but I say a horse will gallop. Galloping is a better form of transportation. Why do ho
Gallop was her name.
With her antics,
she rose to fame.
Many envied her.
Wished her ill,
And despair.
But not the one,
To be bought down.
Was her will-
Oh so strong!
in the traces of his subconcious Deckard can’t help but think of the Unicorn as it gallops across his memory that is, who’s? his? some random Tyrell employee?
but he doesn’t dwell on it much, instead he pours another straight bourbon and downs it before walking into the ran to track down a replicant and put a fucking bullet in its head.
the night was quiet, dark and nothing could be heard ..sudendly a gallop could be heard from far coming closer and closer, he froze.
my heartbeat is thumping and thumping.
I see those words and feel those thoughts.
we’re over.
gallop. it’s a leap away from you.
for the better.
the severe beat, thump. a repetitive motion that keeps your body and mind in a continuous state as one. the gallop of your heart is the ultimate feeling.
I like to dance in my mother’s room and dream about my father’s horses that don’t really exist. I wonder if he’s happy thought our friendship exists. i wonder if he’s happy that he doesn’t have to hide anymore. I wonder about a lot of things. I’m wondering right now.
Horses, earth, wind, grass. My hair flies behind me like its mane. The sun beats down, severing the clouds. Thumping with my heartbeat. Plunging through pillows of earth.
She sat upon the midnight horse. A beast of the forest, untamed. With each graceful stride she could feel the horse become one with the wind. She could hear herself being pursued; leaning into the horses ear she whispered but a single word ‘gallop’.
Through fields of tall grass, moving,speed, the feel of the grass hitting my knees, mane in my eyes, not being afraid. I miss not being afraid. I miss feeling young.
gallop across a field moving swiftly
and fast
wind running through your hair
escaping and eloping worries and fear. Making a strong noise through the field as you reach
i galloped on the back of the horse across the farm. it was refreshing to be outside in nature, away from all the city living. i loved it. i wish i could do it more often. if only i lived in the country again. those were happy times. when i could see the stars at night.. it was nice. i miss it. i think i will go back someday, after i’m done with school.
horses gallop. once i saw a herd of horses galloping through the wheat fields. actually, that was a movie. spirit, i used to pretend my bike was a horse galloping through my neighborhood. i was such a weird little kid. i like horses when they gallp[
horses
i was galopping away from you i hate you
you make me sick and the horses scare me
the horses that u can see thru to their muscle they have scary eyes and they go too fast and i don’t like them
they remind me of skeletons their skin is too tight and they frighten me with their wild eyes and they make me angry. when i see the horse gallop it is beautiful.
I want to gallop in a unicorn thorough a barren desert.
Ahhh, does anyone else find this fucking terrifying? I’m trying to think of what the word “gallop” evokes in me, but all I can see is that little green bar — wait, now it’s orange. It’s turning red. What is this even supposed to be about again? Gallop?
.
I write nothing of the word in protest, however, i will deign to say that the speed at which i feel my escape coming tediously closer to be an amsing flury of excitement i feel, joyous, only parralledled by the wind flowing through my hair