Monday, April 18, 2016

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

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