The Foals

There are foals in the paddock. Long teetering legs wobble and bounce, I love to watch the foals into my life again, let them nourish my old eyes with their baby steps. Soon they will be capering unattended. We will make golden shadows together where the sun runs the fence.

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Susan Ashley

Date: 5/31/2020 6:06:00 PM

Such a moving poem, Eric. Your emotions are captured with poignant beauty within your wistful and reflective imagery. I was especially struck by the awesome contrast in this line; "let them nourish my old eyes/ with their baby steps." -simply superb! Your last two lines are poetry magic and a glorious finale to an exception piece. Warmest wishes from a horse lover, my friend.. ~Susan

Eric Ashford
Date: 7/17/2020 3:15:00 PM

Thank you this fine review Susan. Sorry about the delay in replying have been on an extended sabbatical! Eric

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 5/9/2020 4:06:00 PM

Oh my. An experience my horse crazed former self and eternal muse would relish. Lovely piece Eric. Ingested! xomo

Eric Ashford
Date: 7/17/2020 3:16:00 PM

Thank you this encouraging review Pigeon Tart. Eric