Lonely old man,
only friend an oak
along the road.
Not long ago a colt
lightly dancing
in the gate,
the branding pen when
I tried to buy him.
What whispers
does he hear
standing hours there—
what do they share?
Lonely old man,
only friend an oak
along the road.
Not long ago a colt
lightly dancing
in the gate,
the branding pen when
I tried to buy him.
What whispers
does he hear
standing hours there—
what do they share?
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Beautiful!
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