Hoss
They gathered,
Along an edge,
Of a vast paddock,
Necks straining against,
Wood and wire,
To nibble tops,
From lush grass,
Grass no different,
From where they stood,
Not greener,
But maybe,
It was a taste,
Of freedom.
Along an edge,
Of a vast paddock,
Necks straining against,
Wood and wire,
To nibble tops,
From lush grass,
Grass no different,
From where they stood,
Not greener,
But maybe,
It was a taste,
Of freedom.
7 comments:
Maybe animals long for transcendence. '...the whole creation has been groaning together...' (Romans 8:22)
or maye just a hope?
maybe even
I always feel like I am entering a place where I am privleged to be--yet not supposed to be--when I read one of your poems...
I always wondered why horses actually stay behind fences, after all, they can jump pretty high...
and they do seem to always be eating stuff on the outside of their fenced off areas.
Oh well, guess i'll never know the workings of the horse mind, unless reincarnation really happens, but then i wouldn't remember why i was curious...
Nymph - ?
err, anyone is welcome, critism is very welcome, and surely going places you're not meant to go to is far more fun than going places you should?
As for the privileged bit...well, i really don't get that at all...
Come and go as you please :)
love this one inc. horses fascinate me. i feel sure i was once one
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