Clip, clop, clip, clop,
Of hooves upon the floor,
Clip, clop, clip, clop,
I ride across the moor.
Swish, swish, whistle, whistle,
The wind flies through my hair,
Swish, swish, whistle, whistle,
I ride without a care.
Hoot, hoot, a mighty howl,
They echo through the wood,
Hoot, hoot, a mighty howl,
Alone, a cottage stood.
Knock, knock, ring, ring,
My mother's warm embrace,
Knock, knock, ring, ring,
A smile upon her face.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryA collection of poems that I have written in the last year. I wanted to try experimenting with different styles of poetry and this is what I came up with. Hope you enjoy! E.J.Quinn
