I love the rumble on the ground,
because love has no bound.
As you run towards my way,
for your morning hay.
I see your herd,
As they run to see what occurred.
They see what lays,
as they graze, I see a filly eating hay.
What a beautiful bay.
She looks so peaceful munching on her morning hay.
June 20,2012
Love this, I can't stop reading your poems. I could read them over and over..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best kind of verse is verse that pleases with a message. Good write.