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Heavy horses huddled
Resolute against the cold Stronger in the breaking And I’m just getting old Witching hours of morning Death and dark are a similar chill The sound of heavy horses Drag the plow past my window sill Heavy horses forward Muscle sinew and bone Taut before the breaking Furrow fields overgrown Lamenting hours of twilight The coming end of days Heavy horses flecked with sweat Never turned out to graze Heavy horses bridled Forever yoked and bound Like me they’ll turn the barren earth Till we’re put in the ground TL BOEHM - between Grant and Newaygo MI there is a farm that has been there as far back as I can remember. In the adjacent fields I often spotted a team of draft horses pulling stumps or grazing. Sturdy, yet beautiful creatures they were, in palomino tones. Two summers ago, I noticed the fences gone and no evidence of the heavy horses. I miss them.
4 Comments
Zelda Markowicz
12/1/2021 10:47:44 am
Great. Is there music to these? And I can’t figure how to engage the like button. I see it. But it won”t react.
Tammy Boehm
12/2/2021 03:11:17 am
Thank you ZeeZee - no music. Out of the bazillion poems and lyrics I've written in the past four decades - maybe ten came with sound. The rest are just words. 12/2/2021 07:05:28 am
I enjoyed this Tammy. I've been browsing through. Glad you have found a spot for your creations.
Tammy Boehm
12/6/2021 03:30:49 am
Thank you, for reading, for commenting - you are awesome. Leave a Reply. |
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