For Arline who lost her little boy <br /> <br />Across the hills of gray and white, <br />Little boy with lantern bright, <br />Sun sinks recessive into night. <br /> <br />White hobby horses made of cloud <br />Came down from Heaven to do you proud. <br />I dared not cry my tears aloud, <br /> <br />Lest wind should bear them up to you, <br />Upon the hearth smoke of the flue, <br />And color all your Heavens blue.<br /><br />Sandra Fowler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-hobby-horses-do-you-proud/
