I saw horses walk from the sea, <br /> Dripping wet, tossing green foam, <br /> Bearing gifts in their long, golden eyes. <br /> Lips curled 'round an invisible bit, <br /> Manes cropped and nostrils flaring... <br /> Such beauties pranced <br /> Straight out of Constantinople, <br /> Thro' seven centuries of war, <br /> To stand on Forty-Second Street, <br /> Bearing their proud Imperial Guard. <br /> Heads turn, and hearts beat faster <br /> As they trot past in perfect unison... <br /> Battle horses... <br /> Great, bronze chargers, <br /> With necks thicker than we've ever seen... <br /> How lovingly some artist crafted them, <br /> So they come at us still, <br /> Fresh and strong as they were cast.<br /><br />Ginny Allen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sea-horses/
