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Click hereWe all love something.
Hanna loves horses.
Horses galloping through dust and yucca plants.
Horses trotting on grassy Tennessee slopes.
Horses walking among palmetto palms in Florida.
Hanna loves horses that aren't horses.
She loves them because of what they want to be.
She loves them because of form:
because they are smart, like her,
feeling, like her,
explorers, yet obedient,
like her.
Hanna loves horses. It won't go away.
Last year, tomorrow and today,
the magic word is, "horse."
"Would you like to see?"
she asks the new friend.
And behind that world, behind
the vision of so many
collectibles
are thousands, millions, kazillions
of wild horses, herding themselves
as quickly as possible
into the future and the past…
Ah, the snorts and whinnies
die in the wind, but the thunder
goes on forever
for Hanna 2-15-05 : tm
This poem was mentioned in the Archival Review thread, in a picking through Lit's archive of over 36,500 poems.
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....gering poetry <grin>
excellent layout and loved the read,
I also love horses and perhaps you
had a few views why I hadnt thought of <grin>
Art~
I posted earlier, but I guess it didn't stick. :(
I said that I agreed with Wicked Eve and thought this a wonderful poem that caught the ebullient spirit inherent in your theme.
Only one word, "kazillions", bothers my elderly ears. However, I can imagine it enthusiastically coming from a young heart.
Thank you