National Poetry Month: Pretty Lil’ Horses


Pretty Lil’ Horses


Pretty horses

Running free

from one fence to the next

and in the barn come sunset

warm hay

fresh oats

same tomorrow


Pretty horses

Running wild

along the windswept shore and sea

those roaming nomads, rough and untamed

blowing breeze

salted grass

elemental survivors


Pretty horses

Running races

they’re off, flying down the track

with hearts pumping, ‘round the turn

finish line

wreathed roses

winning streak

© A. F. Stewart 2017 All Rights Reserved

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