03-22-2019, 07:58 PM
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<b>The Horse on the Hill</b>
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<b>by Old Zoo </b>
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The warm spring breeze seemed to heal my knees
As I strode easily toward the hill
It seemed rather strange that its slopes should range
Where had been a ravine dark and chill
Verdant and green, it was a blissful scene
And I sensed something waited there
With lively step, I almost leapt
As I climbed upward without a care
As I neared the crest, I felt in my chest
A warmth where I had long been cold
It was apparent to me and I had come to see
It was the price of growing old
Then standing there I saw the mare
In the halo of the bright sunlight
She was familiar to me, I could clearly see
In her coat of silver and white
Over billions of years and countless tears
From the earth has never risen
A creature so fair to breath its air
Yet she had loved a man so wizened
We had been lovers, like countless others
Though it was not supposed to be
Our love forbidden, we kept it hidden
From an ignorant world to see
I moved toward her and heard her purr
With a greeting I remembered so well
A risen wreck, I hugged her neck
And breathed in her heavenly smell
Then I softly uttered, almost muttered
“I thought that you were dead”
It was then I knew, as she withdrew
Those words must not be said
By some dark magic, grim and tragic
I was back in my bed with a chill
Out the frosted pane, I looked in vain
For my lover and her hill
