April 8, 2021: Horses

The hoof goes with the wind,

As the horse rides

The hoof is now the wind,

Serving as a guide.

The mane a flag,

The leg a sword,

The tail a banner,

To be heard,

Through mud and blood,

The horse never stops, as it reaches,

The tops of mountains,

And statues in fountains,

The beauty,

Unheard of by words.

4 thoughts on “April 8, 2021: Horses

  1. This poem reminds me of growing up on a farm in Kentucky where we enjoyed horses. Duke was magnificent like your poem. He was very large, strong, and white as you illustrated with your pictures, Yash. Loved “the horse never stops as it reaches, the tops of mountains, And statues in fountains, the beauty unheard by words.”

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