Cossacks they're coming!
The eager hoofs are drumming,
On glinting steel the autumn sunlight glances.
The distant mass draws nearer,
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Through breaking lines the whipping whirlwind crashes. Then pauselessly it flies on Away to the horizon, And disappears in distant, glinting flashes. very fine poem. tony
Very inspiring poem, Congratulations being chosen as The Modern Poem Of The Day. Well captivated poem, I have read with much pleasure.