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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required He would enter the corral in the thick fog of mist, up long before daylight would christen the air The skies would be coral, and the sun glazed the crest Dust clung to the heels of his old leather boots, and gathered in shrouds around the hoofs of the mare. Billowing were clouds, and a whirlwind of grief that followed the storms of long hours awake Endless were nights without the refuge of sleep while he waited for sun to arrive and relieve Caressing the flank of her sleek narrow, frame, his favorite mare, Queenie, was the color of dawn He would gather her reins, for a moment of calm then, bury his face in her rusty brown mane He'd watch as the light slipped over the hills, smoothing the shadows, that haunted his world Without ever knowing the worries we found as we saw those same shadows, splay rapidly down, drowning his eyes, with dark circles and frowns Grief and the love of his horses, would ride, together, off center....wherever, to hide, and soften the hours, that waited for night For the house was a shell, and the bedroom, upstairs, became the forbidden, without her to share The nights, ever long, were just waiting to tear open the wounds that couldn't be shared Up at the sunrise, and out until starlight Where shadows grew stronger, and nights even longer Burning the daylight, until light was in ashes, then thrashing the midnight, with the darkness of mourning, wading through dust-clouds, to see morning's light Waiting for something to make it alright ____________________________________________________ 4/28/15 Dedicated to my Dad
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