Hello everyone! Here is the first post of art and poetry for Beacon readers. You are a poet and artist and would like to share your work with The Beacon just clink on my name in the staff box and I will get it published.
The wind whistles through my hair
as we ride by the sunset.
Why can’t a moment like this last forever?
It’s so beautiful; the sun so red and orange,
my horse’s mane whipping around
Her fur is touched with the sun