An ordinary sort of horse <br />stood in the paddock <br />one morning. <br />A blanketed bay - <br />not in his first youth, <br />nor his last. <br />Coat shabby, <br />head erect, <br />feet soggy in the winter mud. <br /> <br />There was nothing special about him, <br />but the stillness <br />he carried with inconspicuous grace.<br /><br />Alison Cassidy<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-horse-7/
