|
Menu
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
Articles/Stories Administration
|
|
Edit Poem
Editing Instructions
Please note in the NOTES textbox below that this poem has been edited, do
not put your name, please put as the following: <!--EDITED by moderators
on (Date) for (reasons).--> DO NOT remove the line break (
<br /> ) html coding at the end of each line break, these are
needed to form the correct lines. THE CHEATIf you do not wish to
delete a poem, or a certain part of a poem, and instead would like to send the
url to Mick via PM for confirmation, enclose the entire poem (or part/s thereof)
between <!-- and -->
(ie. <!-- POEM TEXT HERE
-->). This will still save the text, but will make it invisible from
viewing (other than page source view). You could also add before the
<!-- something to the effect of "This Poem under review".
The Milkman’s Horse
White and gray with tangled mane;
Clip clop to every house he came;
Climbing slow our cobbled street;
Clanking bottles keeping beat.
Swaying gently, leather straining;
rocking head the hill he’s gaining;
belching steamy labored breaths;
watching for the next address!
Out of darkness, ghostly sight;
House to house before first light.
He knew each stop along the route;
He’d stand and wait, but have no doubt;
That when the milkman lolled about;
The dapple would be on his way;
Waiting just a house away.
He knew which children brought him apples;
Stood and let them touch his dapples;
Rumpled up his velvet nose;
Pawed a giant shodden toe.
I was just a girl of three;
When down the stairs dad carried me;
To wait there in the dark of night;
Til through the fog he came in sight!
But when he neared I filled with dread!
My father laughed, I hid my head!
Id lost my only chance to touch;
This gentle giant I loved so much.
Once a city deep in sleep;
Counted on his faithful keep;
Below the purple morning sky;
As soothing as a lullabye;
Came the milkmans horse our way;
and with him went our yesterdays.
|
|
|
|
|