The Horse Race
The galloping horses stopped in their tracks.
What they saw, I really don't know.
Their eyes were wild, they dropped their packs,
They put on quite a show.
People of all sorts stood three in a line
To see the herd kick up dust.
I watched from a stairway sign nearby
That said "We Plan to Win or Bust".
It seems the horses once ran a race,
But betting was not now allowed.
And habits slumber at a slow pace,
So some lost esteem they borrowed.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| The Bridesmaid's Reception | 1 | 09/28/2009 |
| Crimes of the Heart | 1 | 09/26/2009 |
| Lucy's Diamond's in the Sky | 0 | 09/26/2009 |
| The Monk's Morning | 0 | 09/26/2009 |
| Mysterious Pathway | 2 | 09/26/2009 |
| Love is Here Again | 1 | 09/25/2009 |
| Hello to a Friend I Have Not Yet Met | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Moon's Agreement | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Devil Speaks Softly | 2 | 09/25/2009 |
| Tell Them, He Said | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Face in the Mirror | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Rooms Spoke to Me. | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| When the Party Ended at Twilight | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| An Ode to my Ghost | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Horse Race | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| No One Else Can Take Your Place | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| While Good Men Sleep | 0 | 09/25/2009 |
| The Stranger on the Train | 1 | 09/24/2009 |
| Water on Rocks | 1 | 09/24/2009 |
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