O.k. so this is my poem type thing

DON"T LAUGH! please.
This is a type of "freeform" poem
which does not have the expected
ryme scheme of a meter or shaksperean poem.

The thunder reminds of 1,000 horses,
Galloping through feilds and meadows.
Their soft yet heavy hooves,
Pounding the rich earth below.

The rain is like a rythum,
Played with no hands.
And yet,
Is the most wonderfull sound.
The blowing winds,
Its soft beggining.

When I sleep on my bedroom floor,
I can feel the thunder.
Rushing through the floor,
And strait into me.

I no longer feel,
Like I am sleeping on blankets and carpet.
But on soft ice,
Or in a cave.
Listening to the horses run,
And the music play.

I fell older,
Not from the future,
But the past.

I feel,
At one with the earth,
Again,
Atleast for a moment.