Whatever happened to all the white horses
Will we be seeing more that is orange with,
White horses now thin on the ground,
White knights no longer seen in daylight hanging around,
White hats now waiting for cowboys on the rebound.
White cars to scrapyards bound,
White paint seldom free of coffee ground,
White shirts not giving off a loud enough sound,
White sheets as emergency bandages mostly found,
Will orange be good enough for us to regain the middle ground?
Copyright © David Smith | Year Posted 2023
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