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Even a Blank Page Can Be a Poem To a Horse
Following the plow
Watching the Belgian’s rump
His flanks, his course tail
As the dark fertile soil is turned
By the moldboard and the share
On the sweet path down the furrow
Walking the field under the sun
Plowing the good earth has its own song
Leather gently slapping, iron clinking,
The rattle of the plow
I whistle along and the draft horse’s ears
Perk up to each new verse
I daydream of poems I should write
But like the horse’s poem
My page is blank for now
Watching the Belgian’s rump
His flanks, his course tail
As the dark fertile soil is turned
By the moldboard and the share
On the sweet path down the furrow
Walking the field under the sun
Plowing the good earth has its own song
Leather gently slapping, iron clinking,
The rattle of the plow
I whistle along and the draft horse’s ears
Perk up to each new verse
I daydream of poems I should write
But like the horse’s poem
My page is blank for now
Published 29th Mar 2018
| Edited 30th Mar 2018
Author's Note
I read where a poet (don't remember his name) wrote a poem & a horse ate it. He published his book with a blank page dedicated to the horse.
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29th Mar 2018 10:50pm
What a charming poem! I love this, especially the last three lines. Great write!
30th Mar 2018 00:04am
Thanks! I didn't realize the author's comment section limited me from finishing the story, so I revised my comments to make it fit. Helps explain my inspiration.
