Foals Poems - Poems about Foals

...fade out from the camera lens the lotus bloomed from the broken glass soil all things came into perspective as every toil was put into focus every shard set a different scene a series kaleidos......Read the rest...

...The swallows and falcons are out of their shells. The sky has more wings now. Spring bounds around - the foals' long legs kick up meadow buttercups. If I were younger, if I were stronger, If ......Read the rest...

...You just have to win, Good Steed! Do I say the Angel’s Creed? Eyes to be on your praised speed, Often mind me and strokes heed, Flying like you had smoked weed, At speed betraying mind of greed…......Read the rest...

...The brumby of Australia, not known to be well bred Some are tough as leather, but that not often said More criticised that praised, for damage that they do Muddying the waterholes, as cattle never......Read the rest...

...Soon plan B will be presided and the skies will cry Is there some cause to be opined The fallow fields on a horses meadow with her Foals presides over a warm spring Lost promises by the......Read the rest...

...Like my Uncle Kevin Born 1907... But who might we liken To this Superb Icon, In his films large eyeballs rolls? In minds ever striking To Today's Actors liking: Named Robert Morrison, Its......Read the rest...

...I, Mustang, am the stuff of legends Roaming the Northwestern badlands Of the United States in small herds. I'm poetry......Read the rest...

...There are foals in the paddock. Long teetering legs, wobble, and bounce, They explore my fence-leaning figure, dash way. Foals and their gamboling steps are in my life again. Later, ......Read the rest...

...is real I have an intimate connection with effluence or of the animal kind. I could, by aroma alone, which animal had passed the track. Most animal dung smell sweet, except for dogs they ha......Read the rest...

...This is my Recollection A salutation to mules, donkeys and horses. They have disappeared from city life but without them, no city could be built. Without the beasts no them, no field to plough......Read the rest...

...there are foals in the paddock long teetering legs wobble and scamper I want to keep seeing them even when they are no longer here we will make golden shadows together where th......Read the rest...

...THE HORSES There was grassland with a river crossing, a natural barrier. White horses on one side, and muscular brown horses on the other side. If one looks well, there are foals of mixed race, ......Read the rest...

...ON MUSHROOM HILL (THE WOODCUTTER) Everyone is so happy, up there on Mushroom Hill A place of peace and tranquility, and full of cheer The woodcutter goes about as mastering his skill Building a......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

... "The Spite Syllabub" The daughter is not The mother Sylvia’s bees were left milk, bread and butter Plath by name but not the daugh......Read the rest...