Short Nosebag Poems

MORNING    DEPARTURE


Yellow glow in the east
And daisies spread their petals.
I too shrug off the darkness
Which all around me settles.

The white rays greet me
As I struggle with the load,
And harness up the horse
To ready us for our road.

He nods his head in the nosebag;
Daisies nod ‘neath the stile;
I have no fellow traveller
To nod with me a while....

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Plunked down in chaos
from a gentler time,
blinkered from the traffic
he pulls the coach along.
Patient, in his harness bond
he tugs at hearts, with pathos-
as to his love of duty we respond. 
Amidst the screech of sirens
and the blasting horns,
he stands and dreams
of meadows in a nosebag.
 
Such rhythmic clicking of
 metal shoes on concrete,
full rolling of the carriage
wheels and he, confined,
down through the centuries
he thought he'd left behind....

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