Moreton Hill December 2nd 2011
What do you see, old white horse
Standing alone by the gate on the hill,
Munching on summertime's hay spread on the wet earth,
While you wait ?
Do you cry for the sinking sun in the west
Setting behind clouds etched gold
Where the river becomes sky
Old white horse ?
Do you raise your head to the newborn moon
Rising over the bare dark trees on the hill,
Over nodding teasels, wild clematis called traveller's joy
And last summer's lavender ?
Do you whisper to the large-eyed deer
Dancing out of the thicket
To graze in the safe dusk
And talk of old times ?
And do you flick your tail
At the sleek black cat slipping under the gate
Hunting for voles and frogs
Under the blackberry hedges now bare ?
Old white horse
When the cold dawn breaks, waking the fluttery hens
And putting out the village lights,
Will you gallop away over the hill
Through the open gate ?
For Lucie Wright 19/1/1928 - 2/12/2011
from EDW
From Liz on 03/12/2011