A Strong Black Horse Poem by Liam ó Comáin
A Strong Black Horse
Drawing turf I sat high
amost falling off as we
crossed the little
stream by the whins
Nor can I forget the
long haul perched
high upon straw
the envy of other
children tripping
home from school
And those times
galloping across
fields followed by
tail flicking cows
Fond memories
to keep in case
I lose my memory
of you, Father, but
there is no chance....
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