white horses

White horses  The beach was very long for miles, as far as The eye could see, but now winter cold. The farmer and I had gone there to load sand Into a horse cart The Nordic sky was magnificent, the sea was clear and green, are small in this vastness It was then I saw two white horses riding a crest of the translucent sea came ashore, snorting and Galloping yonder. The farmer didn’t see it, busy, he was eating The leg of a lamb his wife had given him for The long journey Years later, at an art exhibition, a painter had Painted my horses he must have seen them to