Friday, May 6, 2016

Brethren Of The Winds Comments

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She nuzzled her first born,
Until he ungainly stood. Fresh birthed, dewy damp, Rocking unsteadily, a new life.
The herd settled, calmed by mother love Then slowly moved down the rocky draw,
Hooves danced, tattooing the morning mist,
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James Gibbons
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Susan Williams 11 May 2016

You have to love and admire the horse to have written this beautiful poem. Yes! Yes! Yes! You see their spirits, their very souls. Excellently written. I have to go for a 10 on this gem.

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