Distant Hooves Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Distant Hooves

America's
faded glory
the polo field
reminds

Of years
of fleeting greatness
and hopes that lived
in kind

A child walks
the ball field
where ponies
used to tread

With memories
buried deep below
their grandeur
— all but dead

(The New Room: March,2024)

Sunday, March 31, 2024
Topic(s) of this poem: america
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