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shaggy mare

Posted to Action Poetry

out upon the ridge stands a fella and his horse,
atop his head sits a soft hat that wants to fly with the wind's force,
below in the long shaggy meadow hair,
sway barked tree arms sheading bare,
their great brown broad leaves,
that feed the soil for the next generation's trees,
upon the meadow, daylight shines all day bright,
and the horse's sneeze shivers it's hide,
and the man mounts for a ride,
and the two travel towards camp until night