Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

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C O R T E G E... - Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...FjR

Cobblestone had propensity
to be snared by rusted horseshoes.
One could hear the pain of the clydesdale
by the sharp, scraping sound
from each hoof as it slapped
at the stones 'neath its u-shaped soles,
bending awkwardly at the knee
writhing, forward in stride.
Yet no one would pay much mind
except for its worthy counterpart,
juxtapositioned and suffering
from equal strain.
for the likes of Hayes and Coolidge
of executive privlege in death,
passing their boyhood stomping-grounds
for a final, silent curtain call,
as tradition respected, demanded
before a 'New Deal'
creating god jobs... and smooth blacktop;
back when strong horses struggled
o'er breaks and hills -
that forced awkward knee-bends
to carry wood boxes
of pine, oak and cherry
in uniformed stride
when summoned by Washington's
funeral plans
to lead a cortege.





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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 1, 2015



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