Beneath a fine hat
That is fit for a queen
She rides a her horse bareback
Like a girl in a dream.
An old farmer wonders
As to what may have been
If he had been younger
When she was sixteen!
With youthful abandon
Her wild beauty shines
Like radiant sunlight
On fruit heavy vines.
The omens unhelpful
As good sense opines
The filly is prancing;
The stallion declines!
nice poem...you could add few more lines to increase its inner beauty...because your each line is very lovely and contains a teaching for our life.Love you poem
Terry! never write a poem as if you were old! write it as if you were young! just kidding... Nice poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Liza, I am old :))