Do you give the horse his strength?
Do you clothe his neck with a mane?
Do you make him quiver like locusts,
His majestic snorting spreading terror?
He paws with force, he run with vigor,
Charging into battle.
He scoff at fear; he cannot be frightened;
He does not recoil from the sword.
A quiver full of arrows whizzes by him,
And the flashing spear and the javelin.
Trembling with excitement he digs up the land;
He does not turn aside at the blast of the trumpet.
As the trumpet sounds, he says, "Aha!"
From afar he smells the battle,
The roaring and shouting of the officers.
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Collection Of Poems
PoetryThese are random poems I have collected throughout the years and I have loved to read. I do not own them nor have I made them up. Please feel free to enjoy them as much as I have!
