Young Colt
Young Colt
Orange dew
Settles down upon
Trees and grounds
Of Providence, New England
A herd of horses
Gather in
To keep warm,
While protecting their
First born
Suddenly,
This fresh
Young colt and
Mother by
His side
Kicks up
Both hind legs
This young colt
Runs like a bat
Out of hell
Through this chilled
New England wind
You could see
White steam
Pure out through
His shiny
Black nostrils,
As he breathes
In and exhales
This maple air,
With joy
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