Thursday, January 1, 2004

The Boundary Rider Comments

Rating: 3.1

THE BRIDLE reins hang loose in the hold of his lean left hand;
As the tether gives, the horse bends browsing down to the sand,
On the pommel the right hand rests with a smoking briar black,
Whose thin rings rise and break as he gazes from the track.
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Thomas William Heney
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