A Wild, Beautiful Thing

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Some things were never meant for fences,
never meant to be still.
They belong to wide horizons,
to open skies and places without names.

 


The sun on skin, the wind in hair,
thunder in the distance, dust beneath hooves,
riding where the earth has no fences,
where the horizon stretches on forever.

 


There is something untamed in it,
something the world could never quite contain.
And still, somehow, a smile
can make everything feel like home.

 


So ride on, beautiful one,
through every field, every sunset, every dream.
I’m simply grateful
that in a world this wide and wild,
I somehow found you, Atenglie*.
 
And I love you.

 
Banjul
11/09/26.


*Atenglie is a Bulsa name for a girl which means "Daughter of the Earth" or "Child of the land"
Location: Banjul, The Gambia

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  1. Anonymous2:19 pm, September 11, 2026

    Awwww this is so sweet and uplifting to read. Nothing can truly limit us… even through the storms, love will always carry us through. Atenglie loves you right back 🥰😊❤️ and thanks you for making her day brighter.

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  2. Blackman10:44 pm, September 11, 2026

    This is incredible, man. I love how you paint the picture of that big, untamed landscape. The emotional architecture is superb. It feels like a poem that is about a landscape and a horse for most of its length, and only gradually reveals that the real subject is a person whose smile feels like home!
    The second stanza is probably my favourite. “The sun on skin, the wind in hair, thunder in the distance, dust beneath hooves…..”
    I can almost see the image while reading it. And importantly, it doesn’t just describe, it gives the picture movement and atmosphere. Sun, wind, thunder, dust, hooves, horizon. There’s a sense of freedom and scale. There’s real creativity and talent here. Kudos to you!👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

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    1. John Akanvariyuei Agandin2:53 pm, September 16, 2026

      Thanks for reading. I appreciate your keen eye and appreciation of imagery!👍

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  3. Anonymous8:37 am, September 12, 2026

    Love indeed has no bounds,it makes it better with a touch of sparkly smile. The world has no limitations so don't limit your self in everything you do. Mr. Poet, you are simply amazing 👏

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  4. Anonymous2:58 pm, September 13, 2026

    Good as always Thom 👌 👏 👍

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  5. A Haqq9:52 pm, September 13, 2026

    I think I’ve got the perfect poem to serenade her. The imagery of the second stanza is unmatched.

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  6. Anonymous8:45 am, September 15, 2026

    So nice, I like this poem

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  7. Anonymous9:40 am, September 15, 2026

    Hooooo! Soo soothing 🥰🥰

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  8. Anonymous9:44 am, September 15, 2026

    This is naturally inspiring

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  9. Bawa2:47 pm, September 16, 2026

    This feels like a classic story set to music 🤗. Sweeping landscapes, open horizons, and a beautiful emotional landing at the end. This is a powerful piece of writing!

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