The 5.15 at Aintree

Reflected in that equine eye I see Something only peace conveys to me. Where swallows skim and buttercups prevail, And gads are drifted by a swishing tail. Where larks ascend then fall to meadows green In this lush place where God’s own hand has been. I gently stroke that twitching chestnut skin, And palm a […]

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Poetry

A short poem of personal reconciliation LONG SHADOWS A blackbird sang upon a wire A song as old as time Beneath him crept a callow youth Bereft of thought or rhyme With gun in hand the prize was near No conscience lived to heed Led by his new born rottenness The hunter drew a bead […]

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