Array ( [sid] => 183104 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Milkman’s Horse [time] => 2016-05-16 17:19:20 [hometext] => Remembering the sounds of a city outside my window, long ago. [bodytext] => White and gray with tangled mane;
Clip clop to every house he came;
Climbing slow our cobbled street;
Clanking bottles keeping beat.

Swaying gently, leather straining;
rocking head the hill he’s gaining;
belching steamy labored breaths;
watching for the next address!

Out of darkness, ghostly sight;
House to house before first light.
He knew each stop along the route;
He’d stand and wait, but have no doubt;
That when the milkman lolled about;
The dapple would be on his way;
Waiting just a house away.

He knew which children brought him apples;
Stood and let them touch his dapples;
Rumpled up his velvet nose;
Pawed a giant shodden toe.

I was just a girl of three;
When down the stairs dad carried me;
To wait there in the dark of night;
Til through the fog he came in sight!

But when he neared I filled with dread!
My father laughed, I hid my head!
Id lost my only chance to touch;
This gentle giant I loved so much.

Once a city deep in sleep;
Counted on his faithful keep;
Below the purple morning sky;
As soothing as a lullabye;
Came the milkmans horse our way;
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The Milkman’s Horse
Date: Monday, 16th May 2016 @ 05:19:20 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: softerware
White and gray with tangled mane;
Clip clop to every house he came;
Climbing slow our cobbled street;
Clanking bottles keeping beat.

Swaying gently, leather straining;
rocking head the hill he’s gaining;
belching steamy labored breaths;
watching for the next address!

Out of darkness, ghostly sight;
House to house before first light.
He knew each stop along the route;
He’d stand and wait, but have no doubt;
That when the milkman lolled about;
The dapple would be on his way;
Waiting just a house away.

He knew which children brought him apples;
Stood and let them touch his dapples;
Rumpled up his velvet nose;
Pawed a giant shodden toe.

I was just a girl of three;
When down the stairs dad carried me;
To wait there in the dark of night;
Til through the fog he came in sight!

But when he neared I filled with dread!
My father laughed, I hid my head!
Id lost my only chance to touch;
This gentle giant I loved so much.

Once a city deep in sleep;
Counted on his faithful keep;
Below the purple morning sky;
As soothing as a lullabye;
Came the milkmans horse our way;
and with him went our yesterdays.

This poem is Copyright © softerware


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