Morning Hay Poem by Anna Hardin
Morning Hay
I love the rumble on the ground,
because love has no bound.
As you run towards my way,
for your morning hay.
I see your herd,
As they run to see what occurred.
They see what lays,
as they graze, I see a filly eating hay.
What a beautiful bay.
She looks so peaceful munching on her morning hay.
June 20,2012
Love this, I can't stop reading your poems. I could read them over and over..
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4/23/2024 4:10:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Best kind of verse is verse that pleases with a message. Good write.