demise of my horses

demise of my horses I had been away for a few days visiting an aunt in Cascais on returning home my three stone horses are gone a cheerless hole where they  had been tethered Widening the  road, they said for this beauty must go the enlarged road can carry more and more cars until the enlarged road is too small, they decide to build a motorway  with toll booth The other side of this new the road will be impossible  to cross on foot Neighbors often visited becomes strangers  Sun or rain, spectacular my horses were before turning into grit