Horsey

An abandoned hobby horse
Fallen off his wooden course
Without sign of moving source
A reckoned roaming force

In daylight wanders far
At nighttime ponders star
A field of grasses green
Over yonder placid scene

His only bother, flies
That zip into his eyes
Or maybe sometimes bite
Yet whisky tail puts right

Bush wild in Nevada
I wish I’d had a camera
Watching black colts kick
And stomp the weeds so thick

While the sky was ever blue
The horizon took its’ cue
From dreaming low and far
Laid out before my car

And I, just like the foal
Let loose the moments’ role
Having served unbridled time
Draw every day sublime

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11/13/21