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More poems about Horses
THE HORSE
See, the horse is coming right off
the canvas to me,
Straight out of the dark cloud, mane
flowing wild and free.
Yet not real but a work of art created
in sweet symmetry,
Perfect grace and beauty for horse
lovers to see.
I long for a horse that lives and breaths
and full of love,
One that will come running fast to give
me a gentle shove,
Now this artist has given me a chance to
call a horse my own,
And every time I open the door he’ll run
to welcome me home.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 6 November 2004