Horses Poem by Paul Warren
Horses
When my grandfather saw horses
He was taken back to his youth, of course
Quietly he used to go and talk to them
And rub them gently under their chin
He told of getting up early as a good work ethic
Looking after the horses so they had the best of it
And walking along behind them as they did the hard chores
Then with his brother riding them slowly to school and more.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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9/21/2024 6:28:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful images in a very tender poem. Well done, Paul!