A Poem: When The Horses Come

When the horses come, white and brave i’ll stay here watching you, Unless they sweep me up on their journey home, Mountains passing, Sea’s crashing Horses amassing- hundred and thousands of tight, sinewing muscles under black fur pumping and a couple of whites. Away, away hurtling down a spiky dune path, where the green sticksContinue reading “A Poem: When The Horses Come”