"I did that," I cried, as the horses thundered
And the riders intense with effort and wind-blown
Like mad Valkyrie, galloped by
"I did that," I cried to no one in particular
No one was there to listen, no one to care
But wistfully I repeated to the air "I did that"
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Great write
Morning Tony - thanks.............
Welcome
Hi SR.
Powerful, poignant and vivid.
Lovely poem.
Keep writing
FineB
Good write.
I don't know if it is the writing, or the subject, but after reading your wheelchair philosopher, this one too seems to draw me in, stopped me in my thoughts and made me think.
'Good writing does that...' I said quietly to myself!
What a nice comment - sounds like a poem!
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