The horses feed on bat-moon meadow
their stone age stable now cobwebbed
hooves long rested from run
gone dusty by the wheels of metal
yet they paleolithic horses
graze in night's paraffin-lit glow
smelling of stable and the wild run
and in the stillness finding
their world crumbled.
The horses feed on bat-moon meadow their stone age stable now cobwebbed lovely lines Pradip similarly the concluding Many thing we have left for the want of easiness well writ
Horses the most trusted friend of humans and but horses are seldom used for travel. The poem concerning horse is good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love the 'Feed on bat moon meadow'.