Poem for the Day

Warhorse           

Old campaigner

exhausted after battles

marathons I offer you

forage in my pasture

shelter in my barn

sweet feed with molasses

chunks of carrots apples

the best cured toasted hay

I nibble your velvet muzzle

breathe into your nostrils

you take in my breath

tinged with chocolate

and Chardonnay

I hope you know after

horror, blood and death

the worst of men at war

you can trust me

I will shield you

You are safe 

Judith Stanton