Only an Echo
Published by GHC • Mar 3rd, 2010 • Category: March for Wild Horses, Poetry, by HorseFeathersby HorseFeathers
This land is barren now silent,
Stiller than death itself…
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by HorseFeathers
This land is barren now silent,
Stiller than death itself…
by HorseFeathers
She came so silently
following her sister Autumn…
by HorseFeathers
Mama brings her little girl to a barn
little kittens are playing with bits of straw
by HorseFeathers | I am writing to you from my old wooden desk, here up north in the States. My little tawny, long-haired cat is purring away like a mountain lion next to the fireplace. The air is definitely chilly and I can already see my breath in the air. Thanksgiving is right around the barn and we all have something to be thankful about — HORSES…
by HorseFeathers | I watch over the murky laden swamp once called a forest many generations ago. Long gone are the foolish two-legs who used to inhabit this earth. Now, once again the creatures can prosper. I watch them grow and pass on back into the earth from which they were formed. It has been centuries since I dwelt near a place the furless ones called “Sleepy Hollow”…
by HorseFeathers
Time passes with each breath
every heartbeat, every thought…
by HorseFeathers
When the sun goes down
this is their world… not ours…
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Thump… thump thump
Can you hear it?
by HorseFeathers | I am Fauna Lyrie and this is my island. You may or may not have read many a tale of travelers stranded on some deserted island left there with no help to name. Well that is not the case with my journey. It involves a legend, a leaky submarine, and a path of no return…
by HorseFeathers
Can you feel the change of the seasons?
The warm breath of the sun has turned chilly…