Song Of The Rider Poem by Tom Billsborough
Song Of The Rider
Cordoba... so far away...alone.
My pony black.. full moon
And olives in my saddle-bag..
And, though I know the roads,
I'll never reach my Cordoba..
Along the plain.. the wind..
My pony black.. red moon
Yet death is watching me
From distant towers of Cordoba.
How long, how long the road,
How brave my pony is
How patiently Death waits
Before I come to Cordoba.Cordoba..
so far away... alone.
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