L Milton Hankins Poet Free verse

Glory Days Remembered

Two horses share the acre of pasture--
A proud Arabian, now a gelding,
Who sired seven stately champions, stands
Elegantly while I snap his picture.
The other one, a thirty-two-year-old
With a sagging back, stands waiting to die--
A three times national champion stud
With honors--ribbons and trophies galore
Moving slowly toward the feeding trough
No longer poses for photographers.

written June 14, 2021

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Caren Krutsinger June 17, 2021 at 3:04 AM This is so true of real life for humans too "Moving slowly toward the feeding trough No longer poses for photographers." Wow! A fave. L Milton Hankins June 17, 2021 at 8:30 AM Thanks, Caren. They are my niece's horses at pasture in central Florida. I enjoyed sitting on the veranda watching them.

Maurice Rigoler June 14, 2021 at 7:25 PM I think horses are beautiul animals but I prefer looking at them either in paintings, documentary films, or at a distance. I think it's cruel to force them to run in races for filthy lucre. Like bull fighting, both should be verboten. / Maurice L Milton Hankins June 14, 2021 at 7:36 PM I agree wholeheartedly. The two horses I am referring to are show horses. They were never raced. My niece loves them like members of the family. The two of them have a large pasture, and I love to watch them interact and frolic. I saw a bullfight in Puerto Vallarta, just to say I had seen one. It was the most disgusting thing I've ever seen and/or done in my entire life. You couldn't pay me to go again! Thanks for your comments, Maurice.