My Best Horse
this is my best horse
bones hard
from limey Curragh soil
he will bear my chariot
with all our weight
and all our visions
he with his bold
black companions
across the tracks of Éire
west and east
should our journey keep us
late upon the road
and the púca rise dripping
from the marsh
though the rest may bolt
—and God be with them—
this hard-boned lad will lock
eyes with the gravest night-mare
win us passage
our prayers and his devotion
keep straight the chariot
onward to our goal
we and he
Image: "Ireland Horse And The Storm Clouds" by Thomas Haid Licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 3.0 Unported
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