High Horses
If only you could see that we
are not so far removed
from the men who stood beside
High Horses.
And bales of hay,
and especially cotton.
Fleeting herds and commodities
on societies take a toll.
Old times should never be forgotten,
but remembered as a lesson.
Or history has no soul.
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