by Mary E. Lowd
March 8, 2021
Four horses on a grey and gloomy day,
Stop to drink some water on their way,
Shall they ride to battle?
Shall they ride to glory?
Perhaps they’ll simply wander,
Hooves sloshing marshes,
Letting their equine souls ponder,
Letting their hearts have the final say.
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From the book: Some Words Burn Brightly: An Illuminated Collection of Poetry
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