Beneath His Feet
He came to town
His stallion black
His robes of white
Sinners and saints
Alike withdrew
Quick out of sight
One not be feared
Need of a shave and of a meal
The check in desk
The clerk just stared
Those eyes of steel..
No one He bothered
And when He left
They breathed relief
But did they know
The dust He shook
Beneath His feet?
Copyright © Amy Bohack | Year Posted 2012
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