No Riders
They lazily prance across the blue
Beneath the surface, out of view
Pushed by waves they rise and fall
Never to answer a trumpet's call
Magical creatures so out of place
Adorned with nature's pony face
Never check that mouth, or utility
Of God's gifted horses from the undersea
April 2018
Copyright © Jerry Hackett | Year Posted 2018
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