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The Milkman’s Horse
Contributed by
softerware
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Monday, 16th May 2016 @ 05:19:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
Nostalgic
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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 hes 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;
Hed 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.
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Re: The Milkman’s Horse
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by JamesStockdale on
Monday, 16th May 2016 @ 08:56:02 PM AEST
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This was wonderful Jaye.
The imagery was amazing and just how it really is as I live in Amish country and hear this daily. Your poem reminds me of my childhood as I was introduced to a great big steed when I was very young. He was stepping on my foot and I was to shy and reserved to say anything to the owner and it was a very painful event. lol
A lovely poem that brings back yesteryear/'/s memories.
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Re: The Milkman’s Horse
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by unknown_utopia on
Monday, 16th May 2016 @ 11:44:55 PM AEST
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Yes the imagery is so kool
excellent flow too. |
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Re: The Milkman’s Horse
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by Spike on
Tuesday, 17th May 2016 @ 01:27:08 AM AEST
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Good ol/'/ milko - I loved the chilled glass bottles, and the aluminum tops were great for spinning.
Your cadence matches the clopping just so. thanks for the lovely recollection.
S.
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Re: The Milkman’s Horse
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by Former_Member on
Tuesday, 17th May 2016 @ 04:35:02 AM AEST
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| Wonderfully nostalgic, yet so readable to any generation. Has a touch of a classic about it. I feel that I should have grown up with your poem, and know it by heart. |
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Re: The Milkman’s Horse
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 18th May 2016 @ 01:20:02 AM AEST
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I/'/d bet you could get this and many others published. Oh so very impressive!
Thanks,
Tim |
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Re: The Milkman’s Horse
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by Invierno on
Wednesday, 18th May 2016 @ 07:49:45 AM AEST
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There is so much here beyond the story. A call to yesteryear I so wish for, but cannot go to.
The Melancholy Clop.
Brilliantly captured in your masterful style, friend of mine.
Invierno |
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Re: The Milkman’s Horse
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by hauntedscorp on
Wednesday, 18th May 2016 @ 12:07:09 PM AEST
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What a wonderful read, Jaye! Your poetry always takes me on an exciting journey. Exceptional!
~Scorp |
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Re: The Milkman’s Horse
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by RussellReinhardt on
Wednesday, 18th May 2016 @ 03:56:05 PM AEST
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Dear dear Soft
How you bring a joyous tear to my eye. Of day long forgotten. Yet still part of me. How I remember the sadest when the milkman come down the road and past with out a peep. When I ask my mom was he here. The milk is on the step all four LTS, but how did it come about we never herd the cart. Should I not hear the news that day they took the horse away. Replaced with a battery cart to me not very smart.
A sad sad day progress broke my heart. Beautiful poem Soft. Loving greetings to you and all. God bless
Greetings
Rus |
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Re: The Milkman’s Horse
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by ladyfawn on
Tuesday, 24th May 2016 @ 10:50:17 PM AEST
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absolutely beautiful!
hugs n love nessa
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