SF (February,4,1937 / W. Columbia, WV, USA)

White Hobby Horses Do You Proud

For Arline who lost her little boy

Across the hills of gray and white,
Little boy with lantern bright,
Sun sinks recessive into night.

White hobby horses made of cloud
Came down from Heaven to do you proud.
I dared not cry my tears aloud,

Lest wind should bear them up to you,
Upon the hearth smoke of the flue,
And color all your Heavens blue.

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I cry with this. So tragic a subject, so poetically written. Numbers do not justify. I bow to you. Jim
Sandra...Your poetic repertoire is vast, and your literary chalice, a plethora of artistic pour.This is a most sadly beautiful memorial/dedication. A true Poet pens from both mind & heart....Your artistry, does all that....but, then settles within the mind's & heart's of the reader.Poignant, and passionate write, young lass! ~ F j R ~ (((2008)))
Sandra...Your poetic repertoire is vast, and your literary chalice, a plethora of artistic pour.This is a most sadly beautiful memorial/dedication. A true Poet pens from both mind & heart....Your artistry, does all that....but, then settles within the mind's & heart's of the reader.Poignant, and passionate write, young lass! ~ F j R ~ (((2008)))
Sandra, I must admit that this one brought a tear to my eye, yet it left a smile on my face. I've been reading your other poems. I don't think I know of anyone who writes poems using nature as well as you.
I love your poems......each one touches..in gentle pen and pleasing ink Clouds my eyes and makes me think...... A soul so beautiful comes through in your work.........
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