.
I love to sit
By my window,
In the
Early morning dark,
And listen
To the
First bird of dawn,
The first to catch a worm,
And the clip-clop
Of horses hooves
Against the tarmac,
As the Queen's
Own chestnuts pass.
All perfect,
Bitter chocolate brown,
Trotting their way
Past my window,
From Knightsbridge
To the Heath.
And each time
They pass my window,
I feel as thrilled
As a child at the circus,
For the very first time.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-11-14 at 11:36
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Early Morning Dark
I love to sit
By my window,
In the
Early morning dark,
And listen
To the
First bird of dawn,
The first to catch a worm,
And the clip-clop
Of horses hooves
Against the tarmac,
As the Queen's
Own chestnuts pass.
All perfect,
Bitter chocolate brown,
Trotting their way
Past my window,
From Knightsbridge
To the Heath.
And each time
They pass my window,
I feel as thrilled
As a child at the circus,
For the very first time.
Poetry by Esti D-G
Read 577 times
Written on 2005-11-14 at 11:36
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