Hark Old Horse

Posted on Saturday, June 10, 2017
In: Hunting Poetry
Written by: Carla Hawkinson

Hark! Old horse. Please meet me at the gate. Hounds are leaving kennels soon, And we will not be late. Step up. Old horse. Carry me to the meet. Our years together count for much, Though you’re no longer fleet. Trot on. Old horse. I know you hear the horn. The hounds are in the...
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