The Horse That Ate a Tin Shed

Dark equine silhouette on a dusty field
knowing now you can run forever
no wicked wire and no shut gates
no more memories and no more pain.

From the vast blue and deep red of the old homestead
hidden in folded hillsides with your mesh covered eyes
rolling and flouncing in the muddy shallow waters
crying out with joy for your dearest and your dinner.

Go forth and wander the gentle grasslands
fertile and eternal spreading in every direction
recalling your ancestors and nomadic freedom
be now at peace among the fallen leaves
settle into the warmth of the loving earth
rest under the red gum and wattle groves
my old friend
the last page has ended.

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